HYMNS 


AND 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 


IN  THREE  BOOKS, 


J.    COLLECTED    FROM    THE  SCRIPTURES 
Jl.  COMPOSED  O.NL    DIVINE  SUBJECTS. 
III.  PREPARED   FOR  THE  LORD'S  SUPPEi 

By  I.  WATTS,  D.D. 


j-lvdiheyfiixganevo  Sovgjay'r.g.  Thou  a~i  nvo-lhy, 
l$c.jorttoQu  wajtjlain,  and  haji  redeemed  us ,  &c, 

Revdarico  v.  g. 

fjoliti  effent  (i-  e.  C/&r£,#jM?/Vconvenire.  carmen  que 
Chrifto quafi  Deo  dicere.  Plinius  in  Ep'tjjk* 


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M.DCCjiXCYn, 


ii  iii  i  T"ili 

H    Y    M    N    S, 

AND 

SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 


BOOK    I. 


Collected  from  the  Holy  Scriptures, 


H  Y  M  N  i.     Common  Metre. 
A  netafong  to  the  Lamb  thai  ivzsjlain* 
Rev.v.  6,  8,  o~  r;. 
i  TJEHOLD  the  glories  qf  th£  Lamb 
**  Amidfc  his  Father's  thro-  z  ; 
Prepare  new  honors  for  his  name] 
/.nd  fongs  before  unknown. 

.%  Let  elders  wot  (hip  at  his  feet, 
The  church  adore  around, 
With  vials  hill  cf  odors  iweer, 
And  harps  of  Tweeter  found. 

3  Thofe  are  the  prayers  of  the  faints, 

And  thefe  the  hymns  they  raiit : 
Jefus  is  kind  to  our  complaints, 
He  loves  to  hear  our  praife. 

4  [Eternal  Father,  who  (hall  look 

Into  t«iv  fecret 
Who  but  the  Son  fliall  rake  tl\at  bock 
And  opsn  cv'ry  teal  ^ 


2  H  Y  M  N  $; 

$  He  fliall  fulfil  thy  great  decrees, 
The  Son  deferves  it  well ; 
Lo,  in  his  hand  the  fov'reign  keys 
Of  heav'n,  and  death,  and  hell !  j 

6  Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  flaia 

Be  endlefs  bkijtngs  paid  ; 
Salvation,  glory,  joy  remain 
Forever  on  thy  head. 

7  Thon  haft  redeem'd  our  fouls  with  blood. 

Haft  fet  the  pris'ners  free, 
Haft  made  us  kings  and  priefts  to  God, 
And  we  fhali  reign  with  thee. 

8  The  worlds  of  nature  and  of  grace 

Are  put  "beneath  thy  pow'r; 

Then  fhorten  thefe  delaying  days, 

And  bring  the  promis  d  hour. 

H  Y  M  N    3.     Long  Metre. 

The  deity  and  humanity  cfChrijl. 
John  i.  i,  3,  14,  and  Col.  i.  16.  andEphiii.  9,  10, 

1  Tj1  RE  the  blue heav'ns  were  ftretch'd  abioad, 
-Li  From  everlafting  was  the  word; 

With  God  lie  was  ;  the  word  was  God, 
And  mufl  divinely  be  ador'd. 

2  By  his  own  pow'r  ail  things  were  made  j 
By  him  fupported  all  things  {land  ; 

He  is  the  whole  creation's  head, 
And  angels  iiy  at  his  command. 

3  Ere  (in  was  bcrn,  or  fatan  fell. 

He  held  the  hoft  of  morning  ftars ; 
(Thy  generation  who  can  teil, 
Qr  count  the  number  of  thy  years  j} 


HYMNS. 

4  But  Jo,  he  leaves  thofe  heav'nly  forms  \ 
The  Word  defcends  and  dwells  in  ctay, 
That  he  may  hold  converfe  wirh  worn, 5, 
Drefs'd  in  fnch  feeble  flefh  as  they. 

5  Mortals  with  joy  beheld  his  face, 
Th*  eternal  Father's  on'y  Son  : 
How  full  o(  tmth  !  how  fall  of  grace  ! 
When  through  his  eyes  the  Godhead  fhonelf 

6  Arch-angels  leave  their  high  abode, 

To  learn  new  myft'ries  here,  and  tell   . 
The  loves  ef  our  defcending  God, 
The  glories  of  Jmmanuel. 

HYMN    3.     Short  Metre. 

The  nativity  sfCbriJi, 

Luke  i.  30,  &c.  Luke  ii.  ioa  Sec. 

1  RE^O^l},  t^1.e  £race  appears, 
The  promile  is  fulfTl'd  ; 
Mary,  the  wond'rous  virgin,  bears. 
And  Jems  is  the  child. 

»  [The  Lord,  the  highefl  God,    ~ 
Calls  him  his  only  Son  ; 
He  bid's  him  rule  th«  lands  abroad, 
And  gives  him  David's  throne. 

3  O'er  Jacob  mall  he  reign 

With  a.  peculiar  fway; 
The  nations  llrrdl  his  grace  obtain, 
His  kingdom  rie'er  decay.} 

4  To  bring  the  glorious  news 

A  heav'nly  form  appears  ; 
He  tc!h  the   thepJierds  of  their  joys 
And  banHhcs  their  fears. 


4  ■  HYMN  S. 

5  (i  Go  humble  fwains,"  laid  he, 

44  To  David's  city  fly; 
"  The  promis'd  infant,  born  to-day, 
*4  Doth  in  a  manger  lie. 

6  '*  Wiih  looks  and  hearts  fcrene 
,  "  Go  vifit  Chrift  your  King  ;'* 
And  ilraighi  a  Naming  troop  was  Teen: 

The  (hepiietdj  heard  them  ling. 

7  "  Glory  to  God  on  high 

44  And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth, 
"  Good-will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
44  At  the  Redeemer' s  birth  !" 

2  |_*n  woriliip  fo  divine 

Let  faints  employ  their  tongues, 
With  the  celedial  hofts  we  join, 
Aad  loud  repeat  their  (bogs. 

9  <c  Glory  to  God  on  high, 

44  Andheav'nly  peace  on  earth, 
"  Good-will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
"  At  our  Redeemer's  bath!" 

Hymn  4,  referred  to  thcfecondpfatm. 
HYMN  5.     Common  Metre. 

SuhmiJ/lon  to  affi* '£: 'he  providences ■• 
Jobi.  a i. 

i  "MAKED  as  from  the  earth  we  came, 
•*•*   And  crept  to  life  at  rirft, 
We  to  the  earth  return  again, 
And  mingle  with  our  dull. 

%  The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy 
And  fondly  call  our  own, 
Are  but  fliort  favors  borrow'd  now 
To  be  repay' d  aooa. 


HYMNS. 

3  * Tis  God  that  lifts  our  comforts  high, 

Or  finks  them  in  the  grave  ; 
He  gives,  and  (blelTed  be  his  name) 
He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 

4  Peace,  all  our  angry  psffions  then* 

Let  each  rebellious  ilgh 

Be  filent  at  his  fov'reign  will, 

And  ev'ry  muimur  die. 

5  If  Imiling  mercy  crown  our  lives, 

Its  praifes  fnall  be  fp  read 
And  we'll  adore  the  juflice  too 
That  ftrikes  our  comforts  dead. 

HYMN   6.     Common  Metre. 

Triumph  over  death. 

Jobxix.55, 26,27. 

j  /"^REAT  God,  I  own  thy  fentence  juffc, 
^-r  And  nature  moil  decay ; 
I  yield  my  body  to  the  aunj 
To  dwell  with  fellow-clay. 

a  Yet  faith  may  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
And  trample  on  the  tombs ; 
My  Jefus,  my  Redeemer  lives, 
My  God,' my  Saviour  comes. 

3  The  mighty  Conqu'ror  mall  appear 

High  oa  a  royal  feat, 
And  death,  the  laft  of  all  his  foes, 
Lie  vanquiftYd  at  his  feet. 

4  Tho'  greedy  worms  devour  my  fkin, 

And  gnaw  ray  wafting  flefh, 
When  God  lhall  build  my  bones  again, 
He  clothes  them  all  afrefli : 


6  \  H.Y1I  NS. 

5  Then  mail  I  fee  thy  lovely  face 
"a  Tr h  ftron2  immortal  eyes, 
And  feaft  upon  thine  unknown  grace 
With  pleafure  and  furpriie.    ' 

H  Y  ]rf  N    7.     Common  Metre. 

7fc  invitatim  ofthYgof^li  or,  Spiritual  food 'and 
cloath'mg. 

Ifaiahlv.  r,  &c. 
i  T   ET  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend, 
-*-*  And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice  ; 
The  trumpet  of  the  gofpel  founds 

With"  an  inviting  voice. 
%  Ho  I  all  ye  hungry  (larking  fouls 
That  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  ftrlre  with  earthly  toys 
To  fill  an  empty  mind  : 

3  Eternal  wif Tom  has  prepar'd 

A  foul-revivinb:  $0, 
And  bid  your  longing. appetites 
The  rich  provffiort. taje. 

4  Ho  !  ye  that  pan;  For  liv^g  teams, 

And  pine  away  and  die  ; 
Here  you  may* que nchy cur  raging  thii$ 
With  fprings  that  never  ciy  ; 

5  Rivers  ofTove  and  mercy  here 

In  a  rich  ocean  jorn  .; 
Salvation  in  abundar.es  flows 
Like  floods  of  miik  and  wine. 

6  [Ye  per; ming  . 

^  Vvr:^woik  with  mighty  pain, 
To  weave  a  ga  i  .- j u-r  owa, 

That  will  not  hide  your  fin. 


HYMNS. 

7  Come  nakerj  and  adorn  your  Tenia 
In  robes  prepared  by  God, 
Wrought  by  the  hbors  of  his  Son, 
And  dy'd  in  his  own  blood."] 

S  Dear  God?  the  treafures  of  thy  love 
'     Are  evei  Jailing  mines, 
t)eep  as  our  helplefs  mis'ries  are, 
And  boundleis  as  our  fins  ! 

9  The  happy  gates  of  gofpel  grace 
Stand  open  night  and  day  : 
Lord,  we.are  come  to  feek  Tup-piles, 
An. I  drive  our  wants  away. 

HYMN    8.     Common  Metre. 

Thefafcty  'and  protection  of  the  church. 

Ifa.  KHvi.  i—6. 

I  TLTOW  honorable  h  the  place 
Where  we  adonng  ftand, 
Zior,,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
And  beauty  of  the  land  ! 

%  Bulwarks  of  mighty  grace  defend 
The  city  where  we  dwell ; 
The  wails,  of  ttrongialvation  made, 
Defy  th'affauka  of  hell. 

3  Lift  up  theeverlafting  gates. 

The  doors  wide  open  fling; 
Enter,  ye  nations  that  obey 
The  Hatutes  of  our  King. 

4  Here  (hall  you  tafte  unmingled  joy?, 

And  live  in  perfect  peace  ; 
You  that  have  known  Jehovah's  name* 
And  ventur'd  en  his  grace. 

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$  HY  M  N  S. 

5  Truft  in  the  Lord,  forever  tru£, 

And  banifh  all  your  fears  : 
Strength  in  the  Lord  Jeho»^!i  dwells. 
Eternal  as  his  years. 

6  What  though  the  rebels  dwell  on  Wgftj 

His  arm  fhal!  bring  them  low  : 
Low  as  the  caverns  of  the  grave 
Their  lofty  heads  ihall  bow. 

1  On  Babylon  our  feet  (hall  tread 
In  that  rejoicing  hour  ; 
The  ruins  of  h?r  walls  (hall  fpread 
A  pavement  for  the  poor. 

IT  Y  M  N    9.     Common  Metre. 
The  promifes  of  the  covenant  of  grace, 

Ifaiah  Iv.  i>  z*  Zech.  xiii.  1.  Mic.  vii.  i9.EzekieI 
xnxvi.  25,  See. 

1  TN  vain  wc  lavifh  out  our  lives 
•*•  To  gather  empty  wind  ; 
The  choiceft  bleffings  earth  can  yield  » 
Will  ftarve  a  hungry  mind. 

a  Come  and  tbe  Lord  fnall  feed  our  fouls. 
With  more  ftaftantial  meat ; 
With  fuch  as  faints  in  glory  love, 
With  fuch  as  angels  eat. 

3  Our  God  will  ev'ry  want  fupply, 

And  fill  our  hearts  with  peace  ; 
He  gives  bycov'nant  and  by  oath 
The  riches  of  his  grace. 

4  Come  and  he'll  cleanfe  our  fpotted  fouIs|lT  4 

And  warn  away  our  ftains» 
In  the  dear  fountain  that  his  Son 
Pour'd  from  his  dying  veins. 


HYMN  S..  5 

5  |]Our  guilt  mall  vanilh  all  away, 
Tho'  black  as  hell  before  ; 
Onrfin  Jhali  (ink  beneath  the  fea, 
And  (hall  be  found  no  more. 

4  And  left  pollution  fiiould  o'erfpread 
Our  inward  pow'rs  again, 
His  fpirit  (hall  bedew  our  fouls 
Like  purifying  rain-1 

7  Our  heart,  that  flinty  ftubborn  thing, 

That  terrors  cannot  move, 
That  fears  no  threat'nings  of  his  wrath, 
Shall  be  duTol  v'd  by  l^ove. 

8  Or  he  can  take  the  flint  away 

That  would  not  be  rehVd, 
And  from  the  treafures  of  his  grace 
Bellow  a  fofter  mind. 

9  There  fhall  his  facred  fpirit  dwell, 

And  deep  engrave  his  law, 

And  ev'ry  motion  of  our  fouls 

To  fwift  obedience  draw. 

io  Thus  will  he  pour  falvation  down, 
And  we  (hall  render  praife  ; 
We  the  dear  people  of  his  love, 
S.ni  he  our  God  of  grace. 

H  Y  M  N  .  io,     Short  Metre, 

The  IL'jfeJncfs  of  gof pel  times  ?  or,  The  revelation 
ofCbrijl  to  Jews- and  Gmii.es* 

Ifa.  v.  t,  7,  8,  9,  io.  Matt.xiii.  j6,  17. 

1  TT'O  W  beauteous  are  their  feet 
I  J.  who  ftand.on  Zioivs  hill ! 
Who  bring  falration  on  their  tongues* 
♦And  words. of  peace  reveal ! 


lo  H  Y  M 

a  How  charrrfmf*  is  their  voice  ! 
H">w  fwett  the  tidrrrgs  are  ! 
"  Zio.n,  b&m  thy  ^riom-Kinr?, 
'*  He  reignS  and  triumphs  here.'' 

3  How  happy  a-re  our  ears 

That  hear  I  fl  found, 

'Which  fcii  a'tedfbr, 

And  fought,  but  never  foanA 

4  How  blt'iTed  ate  oureyes 

Thai  fee  this  neaV'rUY  ngljt  ; 

Prophets' and  kings  defir'd  it  ! 
But  ciy'd  without  the  fight  ! 

"chrnen  join  ttjeir  voice, 
lun.eful  net-: s  employ  , 
Jen  it]:  in  fongs, 

e  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  ami 
,;ro;  all  the  eaitji  thread  ! 
Let  ev  ry  nation  now  beh 

i  heir  Saviour  and  their  Cod. 

HYMN    ir.     Long  Met- s. 
■ 
'  Tk:  ku  ^htciiedy  and  carnal  rcafor,  hiifft* 

;  or,  Tfiejhv'ereJgnti  of  grace. 

Luke  x.  n,  a  2. 

i  TpHERE  was  art  hour  when  Chrifr  rejc:eV.> 
Ani  fpoke  his  joy  in  words  of  praife  ; 
"  Father,  I  thank  thee,  mighty  God, 
*1  Lord  c£  the-eartfa,  and  heav'ns; and  feas, 

%  "  1  thank  "thy  fbv'reign  pow'r  and  lo*e, 
"  That  co'.tns  my  dcclrine  with  fucceft  ; 

■..  ■$'  o  Ikes  the  babes  in  knowledge  It 
u  The  height*,  &  bteadths,  &  lengths  cf*race, 


.     ;  y  m  n  s.  n 

•  "  But  all  this  e;lory  lies  conceal 'J 
"  From  men  of  prudence  and  of  wit ; 
c<  The  prince  of  darknefs  blinds  their  eyes, 
"  And  their  own  pride  refills  the  light. 

4  M  Father,  ?tis  thus,  becanfe  thy  will 
•*  Chofe  and  ordain'd  k  mould  be  fo  ; 
"  '  Vis  thy  delight  t*  abafe  the  proud, 
<f  And  lay  the  naughty  fcorner  low. 

5  '-*  There's  none  can  know  the  Father* ri^ht, 
"  Butthofe  that  learn  it  from  the  Son  \ 

u  Nor  can  the  Son  be  well  rccgiv'd, 

"  But  where  the  Father  makes  him  known. 

6  u  Then  let  car  fouls  adore  cur  God, 
"  1  hat  deals  his  graces  as  he  pleaie  j 
e:  Nor  gives  to  mortals  an  account, 

*'  Or  of  his  anions,  or  decrees.'' 

HYMN    12.     Common  Metre, 

Fret  grace  in ,  revzclhig  Oh:  i;I. 

Luke  x-  41. 

2    T^StyS,  the  man  of  com&nt  grief, 
J  _  A  mourner  all  his  days ; 

His  fbifct  once  rejoie'd  aloud, 
And  turri'd  his  joy  to  praife. 

2   "Father,  I  thank  thv  wond'roua  love, 
"  That  hath  reveard  th  <?  ion. 
"  To  mtn  iviiearned  ;  and  to  babes 
*{  Has  made  thy  goipel  known.  * 

$  "  The  r.r/iVries  of  redeeming  grace 
"  Are  hidden  fi-om  the  wile  :  ; 
';  While  pride  and  carnal  reasoning  Join 
*  To  iwell  and  biiad  their  eyes." 


iz  II  YMNS. 

4  Thus  doth  the  Lord  of  heaven  and  earth 

His  great  decrees  fuiiiJ, 
And  orJers  all  his  works  of  grace 
By  his  own  fov'reign  will. 

HYMN    13.     Long  Metre. 

The  Son  *f  G*d  incarnate  ;  or,  The  titles  and  tie 

kingdoms  of  ChriJL   Ifa. isc.a.6,7. 
1  r|"*RE  lands  that  long  in  darkoefs  -Jay, 
JL    Now  have  bichelo  a  heav'nly  li;*ht  ; 

Nations  that  let  in  death's  cold  (hade, 

Are  bleft  with  beams  divinely  bright. 
%  The  virgin's  prcmis'd  Son  is  born  ; 

Behold  th'  expected  child  appear  ! 

What  mall  his  hanies  or  tides  be  ? 

<c  The  VVanrierful,  the  Councelicr  !" 

5  [This  infant  is  the  mighty  God, 
Come  to  be  fuckled  and  ador'd  ; 
Th*  eternal  Father,  Prince  of  Pr.ac?, 
The  Son  of  DavH-.nd  his  Lord.'j 

4  The  government  of  earth  and  fea* 
Upon  his  moulders  {hall  be  laia  : 
His  wide  dominions  (hall  increafe, 
And  honors  to  his  name  be  paid. 

5  Jefns,  the  holv  child,  (hall  jh 
High  on  'his  'father  David's  throne  ; 
Shall  crufh  his  foes  beneath  his  feet, 
And  reign  to  i:ges  yet  unknown. 

K  Y  U  N    14.     Long  Metre. 
The  triumph  of faith;  or,  Ckrifs  uncharge  able 

low.  Ivoni,  viii.  jtff,  &c. 
1  *\I7"HO  lliall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn  >  • 
*  T-    "fis  God  ih-,t  jiiicilcs  their  fouls  ; 
And  mercy,!  } 

G\.;  uUiiieirimsd;, 


H  Y  M  N  S.  13 

z  Who  ft  a!!  adjudge  the  faints  to  hell  ? 
1 Ti^  Chrift  that  fuffer'd  in  their  ftead; 
And  the  falva^'on  10  fulfil, 
Behold  htm  riling  from  the  dead  ! 

5  He  lives  !  he  lives,  and  fits  above, 
For  ev-r  rflter£?di?g  there  ; 
Who  mall  divide  us  from  his  love  ? 
Oi  what  fk.tU  tempt  us  to  defpair  ? 

4  Shall  peifecution  or  diilrefs,^ 
Famine  or  f.v„rd  or  nakednefs  ; 

He  that  hath  iov'd  us  bears  us  thro*, 
And  makes  us  more  than  conqVors  too. 

5  I'^ith  hath  an  overcoming  pow'r, 
it  triumphs  in  the  dyitij*  hour  : 
Chriit  is  ouriife,  our  joy,  our  hope  ; 
Nor  can  we  h'nk  with  inch  a  prop. 

6  Net  all  that  niip  on  earth  can  do, 

Nor  pow'rs  on  high,  nor  pow'rs  below, 

Shall  caufe  his  mercy  to  remove, 

Cr  vean  our  heftrts  from  Chriit  our  love* 

HYMN    15.     Long  Metre. 

Our  own  nveabufs,  and  Chrijl  our  flrength. 
a  Cor.  xii.  7,  9,  10. 

1  T  ET  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  fay, 

~  "  Strength  fnall  be  equal  to  thy  day;" 
"  hen  I  rejoice  in  <'eep  diftrefs, 
Leaning  on  aH-furncient  grace, 

2  1  glory  in  infirmity 

That  Cbrift  3  own  pow'r  may  reft  on  me; 
When  I  am  weak  then  I  am  itror.g, 
Ciacs  is  my  (bteld  and  Chriit  ray  fong. 


14  HYMNS. 

3  lean  do  all  things,  or  can  bear 

All  fufT'iings,  if  my  Lord  be  there  : 
Sweet  pieaiures  mingle  with  the  pains, 
While  his  left  hand  my  head  fuftains. 

4  But  if  the  Lord  be  once  withdrawn, 
And  we  attempt  the  work  alone, 
When  new  temptations  fpring  and  rife, 
We  find  how  great  our  weaknefs  is. 

5  So  Sampfon,  when  his  hair  was  loft, 
Met  the  Philiftines  to  his  coil:, 
Shook  his  vain  limbs  with  fad  furprize, 
Made.feeble  fight  and  iofl  his  eyes. 

HYMN    1 6.     Common  Metre, 

Hqfanna  to  Chrijl. 

Math.  xxi. 9.  Luke xi::.  38,40. 

%  TT  OS  ANNA  to  the  royal  Son 
XTA  Of  David's  ancient  lir»e  ! 
His  natures  two.  his  perfoa  one, 
Myilerious  and  divine. 

a  The  root  of  David  here  we  find, 
And  offspring  is  the  fame  ; 
Eternity  and  time  are  join'd 
In  our  Immanuel's  name. 

3  Bkfs'd  he  that  comes  to  wretched  men 

With  peaceful  news  from  heav'n  ! 
Hofacnas  of  the  higheft  ftrain 
To  Chrift  the  Lord  be  given  t 

4  Let  mortals  ne'jrrefufe  to  take 

Th'  Hofanna  on  their  tongues, 
Left  rocks  and  ftones  mould  rife  and  bwak 
Their  filence  into  fangs. 


HYMNS.  1$ 

HYMN    17.     Common  Metre. 

Vittory  over  death, 

1  Corinthians  xv.  55,  Sec, 

1  f^\  For  an  overcoming  faith 
V>^  To  cheer  my  dying  hours, 

To  triumph  o'er  the  monfter  death* 
And  all  his  frightful  pow'rs  ! 

3  Joyful,  with  all  the  ftrength  F  have, 
My  quiv'ring  lips  fhoud  fing, 
"  Where  is  thy  boafled  vi&'ry,  grave  £ 
"  And  where  the  monfter's  fling  V* 

3  If  (in  be  pardon'd,  I'm  fecure  ; 

Death  hath  no  fling  befide  ; 
The  law  gives- fin  its  damning  pew'r; 
But  Chrift,  my  ranfom,  dy'd. 

4  Now  to  the  God  of  victory 

Immortal  thanks  be  paid, 
Who  makes  us  conqu'rors  while  We  die". 
Thro'  Chrift  our  living  head. 

H  Y  M  N    18.     Common  Metre* 

BleJJedare  the  dead  that  die  in  the  Lord. 

Revelations  xiv.  3. 

1  TJ[E  AR  what  the  voice  from  heav'n  proclaim'3 
*■*  For  all  the  pious  dead  ; 
Sweet  is  the  favor  of  their  name?, 
And  foft  their  fleepingbed. 

3  They  die  in  Jefus  and  are  bleiVd  ; 
How  kind  their  flumbers  are  ! 
From  fuff 'rings  and  from  fins  rele&S'dj 
And  free'd  from  ev'ry  fnare, 


16  HYMN  S. 

3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  ftjifc 
They're  present  with  the  Lord  ; 
Tfie  labors  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward. 

HYMN    i>     Common  Metre. 

The  fong  of  Sim:on  ;  or,  Death  made  dtjiralU. 

Luke  ii.  37,  &c. 

1  T  ORD,  at  thy  temple  we  appear, 
,*-4  As  happy  Simeon  came, 
And  hope  to  meet  our  Saviour  here ; 
O  make  our  joys  the  the  fame  I 

a  With  what  divine  and  vilfc  delight 
The  orood  old  man  was  fiU'd, 
When  fondly  in  his  withered  arms 
He  clafp'd  the  holy  child  ; 

3  "  Now  I  can  leave  this  world,"  he  cry'd* 

"  Behold  thy  fervant  dies  ; 
a  Pre  feen  thy  great  falvation,  Lord  ; 
*'  And  clofe  my  peaceful  eyes. 

4  "  This  is  the  light  prepar'd  to  mine 

"  Upon  the  Gentile  lands  ; 
'*  Thine  Ifra'i's  glory  and  their  hope, 
'•  To  break  their  flaviih  bands." 

5  £jefus!  the  vifron  of  thy  face 

Hath  overpowering  charms  ! 
Scarce  (fiall  I  h.e\  death's  cold  embrace, 
If  Chi  ill  be  in  my  arms. 

6  Then,  while  ye  hear  my  heart-ftrings  break* 

Howfweet  my  minutes  roU  ! 
A  mortal  pal.eneis  on  my  cheek, 
And  gfory  in  my  foul.] 


H  Y  M  N  3.  17 

H  Y  M  N    20.     Common  Metre. 

Spiritual  apparel,  namely,  the  robs  of  righteous- 
Tie/i ,  and  garment  ofjklvaiio,!. 
Ifaiah  xll.  to. 
1    AWAKE  my  heart,  arife  my  tongue, 
■**■  Prepare  a  tudefui  voice, 
la  Gccl,  the  Kfe  of  all  my  joys, 
A 1 0 11  d  w  Hi  I  rej  0  ice. 
a  '  Tis  he  adorn  3d  my  naked  foul, 
And  made  falvation  mine  ; 
Upon  a  poor  polluted  worm 
He  makes  his  graces  mine. 

3  And  left  the  llndow  of  a  fpot 

Should  on  my  foul  be  found, 
He  took  the  robe  the  Saviour  wrought, 
And  call  it  all  around. 

4  How  far  the  heavily  robe  exceeds 

What  earthly  princes  wear  ! 
Thefe  ornaments  how  bright  they  (nine ! 
How  white  the  garments  are  ! 

5  The  Spirit  wrought  my  faith  and  love, 

And  hope,  and  cv'ry  grace  ; 
But  Jefus  fpent  his  life  to  work 
The  robe  of  righteoufnefs. 

6  Strangely,  my  jGbul,  arc  thcu  array 'd 

By  the  great  faired  Three  ! 
In  fweeteft  harmony  of  praife 
Let  all  thy  powTs  agree. 

HYMN    21.     Common  Metre. 
Avifvon  of  the  Kingdom  cf  CLriJl  among  men. 
Rev.  xx i.  1  —  4. 
1  T    O,  what  a  glorious  iight  appears 
JLj  To  our  bejieVin^ e^es  ! 
The  earth  and'Teas  are  pafsM  away, 
A»d  the  old  roilifeg  Mz&  ; 


iS  HYMNS. 

a  IYonr  the  third  bsav'n,  where  God  refideSj      l 
That  holy,  nappy  place, 
The  new  Jerusalem  comes  down, 
Adorn'd  with  mining  grace. 

3  AitfP  nng  angels  fhout  for  joy, 

And  the  bright  armies  fing, 

"  Mortals,  behold  the  facred  feat 

"  Of  our  defcendingKing  ! 

4  "  The  God  of  glory  down  to  men 

"  Removes  hisb'efs'd  abode; 
u  Men  ihe  dear  object  of  his  grace, 
"  And  he  the  loving  God. 

$  "  His  own  foft  hand  mall  wipe  the  tears 
"  From  ev'ry  weeping  eye  ; 
"  And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and  fears, 
"And  death  itfelfihall  die." 

6  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  O  how  long ! 
Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ? 
Fly  fwiftfj;  round,  ye  wheels  of  time,' 
And  bring  the  welcome  day. 


A  Pfi 


Hymn  i%  and  %?,,  referred to  the  115th  J^/Vi. 

HYMN   24.    Long  Mefl 

The  richjmficr  dying. 

Pfal.  xlix.  6,  9.  Eccl.  viii.  8.  Job.  iii.  14,  15, 

l   TN  vain  the  wealthy  mortals  toil, 
A  And  heap  the  mining  dud  in  vain  ; 
Look  down  and  from  the  humble  poor, 
And  boafl  their  lofty  hills  of  gain. 

a  Their  gclden  cordials  cannot  eafe 
Their  pained  hearts,  or  aching  .heads  ; 
Nor  fright,  nor  bilbe  approaching  death,  , 
From  glitt'ring  roofs  and  downy  beds. 


,   H  Y  M  N  S.  *9 

3  The  Hn^'ring,  the  unwilling  feu!, 
The  difiua"  fummons  mufl  obey, 
And  bid  a  long,  and  fad  farewell, 
To  the  pale  Iu^np  of  life-efs  clay . 

4  The  ace  they  are  huddled  to  the  grave, 
Where  kings  and  flayes  have  ecua'l  tftrpnes  : 
Their  bones  without  diftinelion  he, 
£mong{l  the  heap  of  meaner  bon~s. 

-  Thcrcjl  i-sfarred  to  the  49 th  pfahn. 

HYMN    25,     Long  Metre, 

A  vtfim  of  the  Lamb. 

Rev.  v,  6 — 9. 

X     A  IX  mortal  vanities  begone, 

•A-  Nor  tempt  my  eyes,  nor  tire  ray  ears  g 
Behold  amidft  th'  eternal  throne 

A  riilcn  of  the  Lamb  appears. 

a  [Glory  his  fjeecv  robe  adorns, 

Marked  with  the  bloody  deathjve  bore  5 
Siv'n  are  his  eyes,  and  fev'n  his  norns], 
To  Ipeak  his  wifliom  and  his  pow'r. 

3  Lo JJBreceives  a  foaled  book 
Froflwm  that  fits  upon  the  throne  ; 
Jefus,  my  Lord,  prevails  to  look 

On  dark  decre  s  and  things  unknown.*] 

4  Aij  the  zff-.mb\'.ng  faints  around 

Fad  worfhippin^  before  the  Lamb, 
Aod  in  new  ibngs  of  gofpei  found 
Addrefi  their  honors  to  his  nam-. 

5  [The joy,  the  ffrputs,  the  h^fnao.Otjj, 
Fly  o'er  the  everiafiing  hills ; 

*'"  Wonhv  an  ihou  alone  they  cry, 
"  Toreaathehook,tok 


20  HYMNS, 

6  Our  voices  join  the  hcav'nly  ftrain « 
And  with  tranfporting  pleafure  fing, 

"  Worthy  t!-.e  Lamb  that  once  was  ilain3 
"  To  be  our  teacher  and  our  king !  *' 

7  His  words  of  prophecy  reveal 
Eternal  c  deepjskficgW; 

,.ace«nd  vengeance  (hal)  fu'fil 
The  peaceful  and  the  dreadful  lines. 

8  Thcu  Bail  recjeem'd  onr  fouls  from  hell 
With  tlhine  invaluable  blood  ; 

And  wrc'-caes  that  did  once  rebel, 
Are  e  fav 'rites  or  their  God. 

9  Worthy  for.-ver  is  the  Lord, 

Thar  dy*d  for  treafons  riot:  his  own, 
By  ev'ry  tongue  to  be  ador'd, 
Anddwel:  upon  the  Father's  throne  ! 

HYMN    26.     Common  Metre. 

Hope  of  heaven  by  the  refurretilon  of  Chri£. 

1  Pot.  i.  1—$. 

1  pLESS'O  be  theeverlafting  Go<fc,L 
iJ  The  father  of  our  Lord  ; 
Be  his  abounding  mercy  prais'd, 
His  majefty  ador  d. 

Or  When  from  the  dead  he  rais'dhis  Son* 
And  call'd  him  to  the  (ley, 
He  gave  our  fruls  a  lively  hope 
That  they  mould  never  die. 

3  What  though  osr  inbred  fius  require 
Our  flerti  to  fee  the  duft, 
Yet  as  the  Lord  our  Saviour  rofe. 
So  all  his  followers-  mult. 


HYMNS.  21 

4  There's  an  inheritance  divine, 

Referv'd  againft  that  day; 
'Tis  uncorrupted,undefii'd, 
And  cannot  fade  away. 

5  Saints  by  the  pow'r  of  God  are  kept, 

'Till  the  falvation  come; 
We  walk  by  faith  as  Grangers  here, 
'Till  Chrift  {hall  call  us  home. 

HYMN    27.     Common  Metre. 

JJJursnce  of  heaven;  or,  A  faint  prepared  ts  die, 

%  Tim.  iv.  6,  7,  8}  iS. 

j  r"T\E  ATH  may  diiiblve  my  body  now, 
L-*^  And  bear  my  fpirit  home; 
Why  do  my  minutes  move  fo  flow, 
Nor  my  falvation  come? 

%  With  heav'nly  weapons  I  have  fought 
The  battles  of  the  Lord, 
Finifh'd  my  ccurfe,  and  kept  the  faith, 
And  wait  the  fure  reward.] 

%  God  has  laid  up  in  heav'n  for  me 
A  drown  which  cannot  fade; 
The  righteous  Judge;  atthit  great  day, 
Shall  pkee  it  on  toy  head. 

4  Nor  has  the  King  of  Grace  decreed 

prize  for  ttie  alorie; 
But  a?i  that  love,  and  long  to  fie 
Th*  zppaukflct  of  his  Son. 

5  Jefus,  the  Lord,  mall  goatd  me  ftfe 

From  evVy  ii«  rfeGgn; 

And  to  his  heav'r.ly  kingdom  tike 
This  feeble  &ai  of  mine. 


32  HYMN  S, 

6  God  is  my  everlafting  aid, 
And  hell  (hall  rage  in  vainj 
To  him  be  higheft  glory  paid 
And  endlefs  praife.    Amen* 

HYMN   28,     Common  Metre. 

*T he  triumph  of  d:  rift  over  the  enemies  of  his  church. 

Ifa^jah  lxiii.  1,  3,  &c. 

i  \T7IIAT  mighty  man,  or  mighty  Gotf, 
VV     Comes  travelling  in  ftete 
.Along  the  Iduniean  road, 
Away  from  fiozrfth-'s  gate. 

*  The  glory  of  his  robes  proclaim 
'Tis  fome  victorious  Jang; 
"  »Tis  I,  the  Jure,  the  Almighty  One, 
"  That  your  faivation  bring." 

3  Why,  mighty  Lord,  thy  faints  enquire, 

Why  Chine  apparel's  red; 
And  ail  thy  vefture  fhiri'd  like  rhofe 
Who  in  the  wirje-prefs  tread  ? 

4  "  J  by  myfelf  have  trod  the  prefs, 

"  And  crufh'd  my  fees  alone; 
ff  My  wrath  hath  flruck  the  rebels  dead, 
**  My  fury  ftarnp'd  them  dev/n. 

''  'Tis  Edom's  bioodthat  dies  my  robes 

"  With  joyful  fcai Jet  ftair 
"  The  triumph  that  my  raiment  wears 

'*  Sprung  from  my  bleeding  veins.  v 

6  "  Thus  flia!l  the  nations  be  deflroy  'd 
"  Thar  dare  infult  my  faint? ; 
fl }  have  an  2nn  to  avenge  thrir  wron^r, 
M  An  ear  for  their  complaints." 


H  Y  M  N  8.  23 

HYMN    29.     Common  Metre. 
The  ficond part ;  or,  The  ftthi  cj  Antichrijl. 
Ifaiah  lxiii.  4 — 7. 
I  (c  T  Lift  my  banner,'' faith  the  Lord, 
1  "  Wheie  antichrift  has  flood; 
*'  The  city  cf  my  gefpei  foes 
"  ohai.  be  afield  or  blood, 
a  tl  My  heart  lias  fludied  juft  revenge, 
'*  And  now  the  day  appears, 
•'  The  day  of  my  redeem'd  is  come, 
*'  To  wipe  away  their  tears. 

3  u  Qil'te  weary  has  my  patience  grown  j 

'■  .*nd  bids  my  fury  go; 
"  Swift  as  the  lightning  it  mall  more, 
"  And  be  as  fatal  too. 

4  *'•  I  call  for  helpers,  but  in  vain; 

,:  Then  lias  my  gofpel  none? 
"  Well,  mine  own  arm  has  might  enough 
"  To  crufh  my  Toes  alone. 

5  "  Slaughter,  and  my  devouring  (word/ 

"  Shall  wa'kthe  Itreeis  around  : 
"  Babel  ihall  teei  beneath  my  ftroke, 
"  And  dagger  to  the  ground." 

6  Thy  honors,  O  victorious  King! 

Thine  own  right  hand  lhaii  ralfe, 
While  we  thine  awful  vengeance  fag* 
And  our  Deliv'rer  praile. 

H  Y  Ivl  N   30.     Long  Metre. 
Prayer  fir  deliverance  aaJkoereJ. 
Ifaiarr  xxvi.  8  —  2,0. 
K  TN  thine  own  ways,  C  God  of  love? 
-■-  We  wait  the  vihts  of  thy  grace; 
Cur  fouls'  dtiire  is  to  til V  na.nc, 
/iud  the  remembrance  of  thy  face. 

A3 


H  H  Y  M  N  S. 

a  Mythou^hts  are  fearching,  Lord,  for  thee, 
'Mongft  the  black  fliades  of  lonsibmc  night  % 
My  earned  cries  falute  the /Ides 
Before  the  dawn  reftorethe  light. 

3  Look  how  rebellious  men  deride- 
The  tender  patience  of  my  God  ;' 
But  they  ftiaM  Tee  thy  lifted  hand, 
And  feel  the  fconrges  of  thy  rod. 

4  Hart!  the  Eternal  rends  the  fky, 
A  mighty  voice  before  him  goes, 
A  voice  of  mufie  to  his  friends, 
Bat  threat'ning  thunder  to  his  foes, 

5  Come,  children,  to  your  father's  arms, 
Hi  le  in  the  chambers  of  my  grace, 
'Till  the  (jcrcc  ftorms  be  overblown, 
And  my  revehgiftg  fury  ceafe. 

6  My  fword  fliall  boaft  its  thdufands  flam, 
And  drink  the  bipod  of  haughty  kings, 
While  heavenly  jfcftce  RToaotf  my  flock 
Srr  etches  its  fa  ft  ar;d  iliady  wings. 

Hyt-tn  3S  referred  to  the  \jl  Pfjfm. 

H  Y  M  N   32.     Common  Metre. 

Siringfh  froti  "'.  x!.  ij~- 50. 

lyr^HENCK  dp  oU£  r^urrf\:2  then;.  h:z  ariie  ? 

•  V     And  wh  ,i  i 

Has  reftk 
Scruck  all  c 

a  Have  we  fox£Pt  rV  a^rpjgbjv .name 
'!  hat  form  b  an,d  (la? 

Andean  an  H/i-erearing arui 
Grow  weary  1 


'  H  ¥  U  N  S.  25 

3  Treafurc?.  ofereriaflin^  might 

fnbtfi  Jehovah  dwfi!  ; 
He  gires  the  coriquefc  10  the  v.-:::!;, 
Aiii  treads  their  foes  to  hell. 

4  Meie  moital  pow'r  fiiall  facte  and  die, 

And  youthful  yiflofc  ceafe  ; 
B-u  v.  :  nut  wait  upon  the  Lor.!, 
Shall  feci  our  ftrengih  ir.creafe. 

5  The  faints  foaU  mount  on  eagles'  wings. 

And  taf:e.  ihc.prcrr?is\J  hfjJGf, 
Till  their  unwearied  feet  arrive 
Whei;e  perfee'l  pleafure  is. 

Hymn  33.  34,  35-  fffc  ?7>  B&  referred 'to  Efafm 
exxsi.  exxxiv.  Ixvii.  ixxui.  XC  «»i/Ixxxr. . 

H  Y  M  N    39.     Ccmnon  Metre. 
6W/  tender  care  ofkis  church* 
Ifaiah  xlix.  13*  &c. 
1  "MOW  fffitW  my  inward  jays  arife, 
■^   And  burft  into  aibngj 
Almighty  loveinipirjs  my  heart, 
And  pl'eafure  tunes  my  tongue. 

a  God  on  his  thirfly  Sion-hill 

Sorr.emercv-drops  has  thrown, 
And  ielemn  oaths  have  bound  his  love 
To  fliow'r  falvation  down. 

3  Why  dc  we  then  indulge  our  fears, 

Sufpicions  and  complaints? 

Is  he  a  God,  and  fhali  his  grace 

Grow  weary  of  his  faints  ? 

4  Can  a  kind  woman  e'er  forget 

The  infant  of  her  womb, 
And  'mongft  a  thonland  tender  ihcughts 
tfer  fucfcljng  have  no  roora? 


25  H  Y  M  N  5. 

5  "  Yet,"  faith  the  Lord,  "  fboalJ  nature  c' 

"  Mnd  mothers  monfters  prove, 
"  Sbn  foil  dwells  upon  the  heart 
"  Of  everJafting  love. 

6  "  Derp  On'  the  palms  of  both  my  hands 

"  I  have  erigrav'd  her  name: 
"  My  han  is  M1  raife  her  ruinVJ  walis> 
44  And  build  her  broken  frame." 

H  Y  M  N    40.     Long  Metre. 

-  The  bufinefs  and  bkjfsdncfs  of ' gforijicd 'faint; i 

Rev.  vii.  13,  Sec. 

1  "  "SXfH.VT  happy  men  or  angels,  thefe, 

vv    "  f  hat  all their  r obes are fpotlefs  white? 
"  Whence  did  their  glorious  troop  arrive 
"  At  the  pure  realms  cf  heavenly  light:** 

4  Fromtort'ringrack^,  and  burning  tires, 
And  feas  of  their  own  blood,  they  cawei 
Bnt  nobler  blood  has  wafli  d  their  robes, 
Flowing  frdmChsiit  the  dying  Lamb. 

3  Now  they  approach  th'  almighty  throat* 

With  loud  hofannas  night  and  day, 

Sweet  anthems  to  the  prckt  Three-One* 
Meafure  their  blefs'd  eternity. 

4  No  more  fhall  hunger  pain  their  fouls  i 

lie  bids  their  parching  ihii.il  b-i  gone, 
And  fpreads  the  flwdow  cf  his  wi. 

To  fcreen  them  from  thefcorchiftg  fun. 

,$  The  Lamb  that  fills  the  middle  throne, 
Shall  hVJ  aroond  his  milder  foeamsj 
There  (Rail  they  fcatt  on  his  rich  leve, 
And  drink  full  joys  from  living  ii.r.- 


U  7  M  N  2,  |£ 

6  Thus  ihall  their  mighty  blifs  renew 

Through  the  vail  round  of  endltls  y*ars; 
And  the  ibft  hand  of  fov'reign  grace* 
Heals  all  their  wounds  and  wipes  their  tears 

H  Y  M  N   4!.     Common  Metre* 

The  fame;  or,  The  martyrs  gkrijisd* 

Rev.  vii.  1,3,  &c. 

1 tf  HPHs  32  glorious  minds  howbrlghtthey-ftidj 

■*"     "  VJhpr.ce  zi\  rh;  ir  whit?  ar.av? 


«; 


Whence  all  their  white  an  ay? 
How  came  they  to  their  happy  teats 


?:> 


"  Of  everiafiingday 

%  From  tort'ring  pains  toendlcis  joys 
On  fiery  wheels  they  rode, 
And  itrmgeiy  wafh'd  their  raiment  whit^ 
In  Jefu's  dying  blood. 

3  Now  they  approach  a  fpotlefs  God, 
And  bow  before  his  throne; 
Their  warbling  harps  and  iacred  {bags 
Adore  the  Holy  One. 

a  The  unveii'd  glories  of  his  grace 
Arr.ongfthis  faints  refide, 
While  the  rich  treafure  of  his  grae5 
Sees  all  their  wants  fupplv'd. 

$  Tormenting  third:  fhall  leave  their  fou!s* 
And  h#sger  flee  as  fad; 
The  fruit  of  life's  immoral  tree) 
Shall  be  their  fwett  repaft. 

«  The  Lamb  fell  lead  his  heav'nly  Seek 
Where  living  fountains  rife, 
And  love  divine  :ha!i  wipe  away 
The  forcows  of  their  eyes, 

A  4 


^  H  Y  M  N  S. 

H  Y  M  N    42.     Con:mon  Metre. 

DiSlne  ikfdtb  aid  tnetxy. 

Nah.ili,  Sec. 

I     A  DORE  and  tremble,  for  cur  God 
XV.  Is  a  *  ct  -.-; 

Hisjealeds  eyes  his  \vra  , 

And  faifs  his  vengeaiic.e  higher. 

a  Almighty  vengeance,  hov/  it  bur. 
How  bright  their  fai 
Yaft  magazines  of  p 
Lie  treajfur'd  for  his  I 

3  Thofe  heaps  of  wrath,  by  ilow  degrees, 

Arc  fore'd  into  a  flame, 
But  kindledj  oh!  how  fierce  they  blaze! 
And  rend  all  nature's  frame. 

4  At  his  approach  the  mountains  flee, 

And  lee!:  a  watry  graved 
*]  he  frighted  fea  makes  hafte  away, 
/■nd  mrinks  upev:ry  wave. 

5  Through  the  wild  air  the  weighty  rocks 

Are  Swift  as  hai  -{tones'  hurrd; 
Who  dares  engage  his  fiery  rage, 
That  ir.akes  the  fofid  world? 

6  Yet, mighty  God!  thy  fov 'reign  grace 

Sits  regent  on  the  throne, 
The  reftige  of  thy  ch  :fen  race   ' 
When  wrath  comes  rufhing  down. 

;  Thy  hand  (hail  on  rebellious  kings 
iK  fiery  tc  ir. 

While  v.  e  thy  flish'ring  wings  . 

Thy  juit  revenge  adore. 

*  Hebrew  xii.  %9> 


HY  M  N  S. 

My ms  43,  referred  to  Vfulmc.    I 

By  MM  44,  referred  to  Pjlilm  cxxxili. 

H  Y  Ivl  N    45.     Common  Metre. 

The  laji  judgment. 

Rev.  xxi.  5— 8. 

ORE  where  the  great  incarnate  Cod 
^  Fills  a  majdiic  throne; 
While  from  the  flues  his  awful  voice 
Bears  the  Jail  judgment  down. 

L"  I  am  the  Finl,  and  I  the  Lift, 

"  Through  endiefs  years  the  fame; 
"  /  /£$£  is  my  memorial  ftill, 

'•  And  my  eternal  name. 
"  Such  favors  as  a  God  can  give, 

"  Mv  royal  grace  bsftows ; 
"  Ye  thirfty  fouls,  come  taftc  the  dreams 

•'  Wheje  life  and  pleafure  flows. J 

"  The  faint  that  triumphs  o'tr  his  fins, 

.    "  I'll  own  him  for  a  fun; 

"  The  whole  creation  (hall  reward 

"  Theconqueil  he  has  won. 
"  But  bloody  hands,  and  hearts  unclean, 

"  And  arl'l  the  lying  race, 
"  The  faithlefs  and  the  fcoffing  crew, 

fi  That  fpurn  at  ofter'd  grace;     < 
"  They  mall  be  taken  from  my  fight, 

"  Bound  fail  in  iron  chains, 
*'  And  headlong  plung'd  into  the  lake 

"  Where  fire  and  darknefs  reigns."] 

O  may  I  ftand  before  the  Lamb, 
VVhen  earth  and  feas  are  fled  i 

And  hear  the  Judge  pronounce  my  name 
With  bleffings  on  my  head ! 


yj  HYMN  % 

8  May  I  with  thofe  for  ever  dwell, 
Who  here  were  my  delight, 
While  tinners  baniuVd  clown  to  hell> 
No  more  offend  my  fight. 

Hymn  46  and  47 1  referred  to  Pfuhn  cxlviilj 
Pfalvi  iii. 

HYMN   48.     Long  Metre. 

The  Cbrtfiiajt  rice* 

Ifa.  xl.  28— 3  r. 

1    A  WAKE  our  fon!s  (away  ovr  fears, 
^  Let  every  trembling  thought  begone  ) 
Awake  and  run  the heav'nly  race,        , 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

a  True,  'tis  a  ftrait  and  thorny  road, 
And  mortal  fpirits  tire  and  faint; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 
That  feeds  the  ftrength  of  ev'ry  faint 

3  The  mighty  God,  whofe  matchlefs  pow'r 

Is  ever  new  and  ever  young, 
And  firm  endures,  while  er.dlefs  years 
Their  everlafting  circles  run. 

4  From  thee,  the  overflowing  faring, 

Our  fouls  (hail  drink  a  rre(h  fupply; 

While  fuch  as  tru$  their  n.itlve  ilrengtfr 

Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  And  die. 

5  Swift  as  an  ea~le  cuts  the  air, 

We'll  mount* Soft  to  rle1: 

On  wings  of  lofe  oar  fouls  frail  fl  »•, 

Nor  tire  amidfl  the  heavVJy  road. 


HYMNS.  $1 

M  Y  M  N   49«     Common  Metre* 
The  works  of  Mofis  and  the  Lamh;    Rev.  xv.  32 

1  TTOW  Huong  thine  ami  is,  mighty  God! 
XjL  Who  wou'd  not  fear  thy  name! 
Jefir,  how  fweet  thy  graces  are! 

Who  would  not  love  the  Lamb? 
%  He  has  done  more  than  Mofes  did, 
Our  Prophet  and  our  King: 
From  bonds  of  hell  he  freed  oiir  fou!sj 
And  taught  our  lips  to  ling. 

2  In  the  Red  Sea,  by  Mofes'  hand, 

TV  Egyptian  hoit  was  drown'd: 
But  his  own  blood  hides  ail  our  fms? 
And  guilt  no  more  is  found;. 

4  When  thro'  the  defert  Ifrael  went, 

With  manna  they  were  hd : 
Our  Lord  invites  us  to  his  flefh. 
And  calls  it  living  bread. 

5  Mofes  beheld  the  promis'd  land* 

Yet  never  reach'd  the  place; 
But  Chrifl  mail  bring  his  followers  hom£ 

To  fee  his  Father's  face. 
S  Then  will  our  love  and  joy  be  full* 

And  feel  a  warmer  flame, 
And  fweeter  voices  tune  the  fong 

Of  Moff  s  and  the  Lamb. 

HYMN    50.     Common  ?£etre4 

*tbe  fotg*  of  Zacharias)  and  the. me  (Jag's  of  Jol'i 
tkeBapiift;  or,  Light  and  fa  hat  ion  by  jefttf 
Chrifi.  Luke  i.  68,  &c.  John  i.  29,  3*. 

1  VT  OW  be  the  God  of  Ifrael  bh&'d, 
L 1    Who  makes  his  truth  appear; 
His  mighty  hand  fylfils  his  word* 
And  ali  the  caths  he  tors. 


jl  HYMN  S. 

a  Now  he  bedews  old  David's  root 
With  bieffings  from  the  fkies; 
He  makes  the  branch  of  promifc  grow, 
The  promis'd  horn  anfe. 

3  Qohn  was  the  prophet  of  the  Lord, 

To  go  before  his  face  ; 
The  herald  which  our  faviour  God 
Sent  to  prepare  his  ways. 

4  He  makes  the  great  falvation  known, 

He  fpeaks  of  pardon'd  fins ; 
While  grace  divine,  and  heav'nly  lore, 
In  its  own  &lcry  mines. 
g  "  Beheld  the  Lamb  of  God,"  he  cries, 
••  That  takes  our  guilt  away: 
"  I  faw  the  Spirit  o'er  his  head 
*'  On  his  baptizing-day.] 

6  "  Be  ev'ry  va'e  exalted  high, 

"  Sink  ev'iy  mountain  Tow; 
f '  The  proud  ihail  ftoop,  and  humble  fouls 
"  Shp.H  his  faU'ation  know. 

7  •'  The  heathen  realms,  with  Ifrael's  land, 

"  Shall  join  in  fvveet  accord; 
"  And  all  that's  born  of  man  (hall  fee 
"  The  glory  of  the  Lord, 
g  tf  Behold  the  Morning  Star  arife, 
■'  Ye  that  in  darkneis  fit; 
"  He  marks  the  path  that  leads  to  peace, 
*'  An,? guides  our  doubtful  feet." 

H  Y  M  N   51.     Short  Metre. 

Perfsvervig  grace.  Jade  *4j  *$• 

I  HHO  God  the  only  wife, 

■A     Our  Saviour  and  our  Kir  j, 

Let  all  the  faints  below  the  fkie$ 

Their  h  amble  praifes  bring. 


HYMNS. 

4  5Tis  his  almighty  love, 

Kis  counfel  and  his  care, 
Preferres  us  fafe  from  fin  and  death, 
And  ev'ry  hurtful  fnare. 
$  He  will  prefent  our  fouls 
Unble'mifh  d  aftd  coHipfete* 
Before  the  glory  of  his  fcce, 
With  jovs  divinely  great. 
«  Then  all  the  chofen  feed 

Shall  meet  around  the  throne, 

Shall  biefs  the  conduct  of  his  grace» 

And  make  hi3  wonders  known. 

5  To  our  redeemer  God, 

Wiflom  and  pev/er  belongs, 
Immortal  crowns  of  ma; city,  £• 

And  cTerlsftiug  ftngs. 

H  Y  M  N   52.     Long  Metre, 

Baptifvt.     Mat.  sxviii.  19.     Acts  ii- 3  J. 

1  '  "TPWAS  the  commidlon  of  our  Lord, 

I-    "  Go  teach  the  na^ioivj,  and  baptize. '* 
The  nations  have  received  the  wotd 
Since  he  afcended  to  the  flats. 
z  He  fits  upon  the  eternal  hiii>, 

With  grace  and  pareicn  in  his  fean/is, 
And  feiiGs  the  covViunt  with  the  fea's, 
I  o  bitfs  the  diftafet  ChViftian  lands, 
I  "Repent,  and  be  Laptiz'd,"  be  faith, 
"  For  the  remiifon  of  your  firs;" 
And  thus  our  fenle  aildh  our  faith, 
Aad  RicVv'3  us  what  ffu  gbipel  means, 
4  Our  fords  he -waflies  fa  hii  blood, 
As  water  maker,  the  iwdy  clean; 
And  the  good  Spirit  Frprp  our  God 
jpefcendjj  like  p»jnfyi»2  r*'n* 


j4  HYMNS, 

5  Thus  we  engage  ourfelve?.  to  thee, 
And  teal  our  cQv'nant  with  iheLord| 
O  may  the  great  ett-rnal  Three 
In  heaven  our  folemn  vows  record! 

HYMN   53.    Long  Metre. 

The  helyfcripturss. 

Heb.  i.  x.  i  Tim.  iii.  15, 16.  Pfalra  cxlvii.  19,  %o. 

1   pOD,v;Iio  in  various  methods  toM 
*"jr  His  mind  and  will  to  faints  of  old, 
Sent  his  cwa  Son  with  truth  and  grace. 
To  teacfo  us  in  the  latter  days. 

%  Odr cation  reads  the  written  word, 
That  book pf  fife, that fure  record; 
The  bright  inheritance  of  heav'n, 
Is  by  the  fweet  conveyance  giv'n. 

5  God's  kindest  tho'tsare  here  exprefs'dj 
Able  to  make  us  wife  and  blek'ci; 
The  doctrines  are  divinely  true, 
Fit  for  reproof  and  comfort  too. 

4.  Ye  Chnft'an  ides,  who  read  his  love 
Jn  long  epi.it  tes  from  above, 
(He  ha:h  not  fent  his  facred  word 
'To  ev'ry  land. )     Praife  ye  the  Lord. 

K  Y  M  N    ca.    Long  Metre. 

EkSihig  gra'ce ;  or,  Saints  Iskvcd  in  C- 

Tph.  i.  3,  Sec. 

t   TESTJS,  we  Ucfs  thy  Father's  name; 
J    I  hy  God  and  ours  are  both  the  faTsej 
What  heav'nly  bleflinjrr.  from  bis  throne 
f\QW  down  to  iiriDers  througfc  his  §op{ 


Book  i.]  HYMNS.  35 

4  "  Chrift  be  my  firft  ektf,"  he  faid, 
Then  chofe  our  fouls  in  Chrift  our  head, 
Befcie  he  gave  the  mountains  birth, 
Or  laid  foundations  for  the  earth. 

3  Thus  did  eternal  love  begin 

To  raifc  us  up  from  death  and  fin; 
Our  chnraaers  were  then  decreed, 
'*  B'amelefs  in  love,  a  holy  feed." 

4  Predominated  to  be  fons, 

lorn  by  degrees,  tuz  cho&  at  ones; 

A  new  regenerated  race, 

To  praife"  the  gleryof  his  grace. 

5  With  Chrift  cur  Lord  we  {hare  our  part 
In  the  affcclions  of  bis  heart; 

Nor  (hall  our  fouls  be  thence  remov'd, 
'Ti£j  he  forgets  ius  firft  belov'd. 

H  .Y  M  N    55,     Common  Metre. 

Hczekiab'sfoxg  ;  or,  Sicknefs  and  recovery. 

Ifaiah  xxxviii.  9,  Sec. 

1   TXfHEN  we  .nre  riiVd  from  deep  dlilrcfs, 
*     Our  God  deferves  a  fpng; 
We  take  the  pattern  of  our  praife 
From  li-ztkiah's  tongue.    • 

a  The  gates  of  the  devouring  grave 
Are  opcn;d  wide  in  vain, 
If  he  who  holds  the  keys  of  death 
Commands  them  fait  again. 

3  Pains  of  the  flefa  are  worst  t'  abufe 
Our  minds  with  ilaviih  fears; 
"  Cur  days  are  paft,  and  we  ihall  lafe 
"'  The  remnant  of  our  ycais."' 

B 


36  H  Y  M  N  S.  [Book  t. 

jl  We  chatter  with  a  f wallow's  voice, 
Or  like  a  dove  we  mourn, 
With  bitternefs  infread  of joys* 
AfHiSed  and  forlorn. 

5  Jehovah  fpeaks  the  healing  word, 

And  no  difeafe  wuhftands ; 
Fevers  and  plagues  obey  the  Lord, 
And  fly  at  his  commands. 

6  If  half  the  firings  of  life  fhoold  break, 

He  can  our  frame  reltore: 
He  cafts  our  fins  behiad  his  back, 
And  they  are  found  no  more. 

HYMN    56.     Common  Metre. 

The  fong  of  Mofes  at  J  the  Lamb;  or,  Babylon? 
v    '       fatling. 

Rev.  xv.  3.  and  chap.  xvi.  19.  and  xvii.  6. 

1  W/E  fing  the  glories  of  thy  lore* 
*  v    We  found  thy  dreadfal  name; 
The  Chriftian  church  unites  the  ibngs 
Of  Mcfes  and  the  Lamb. 

%  Great  God,  how  wondrous  are  thy  works 
Of  ^engearce  and  ef  grace  : 
Thcu  Kin^  r*f  faints,  almighty  Lord 

How  juil  and  true  ll 

4  Who  dares  refofe  to  fear  thy  name, 
Or  worfhip  at  thy  throne  ; 
Thy  judgments  fp  holiness 

Thro*  all  the  cations  known. 

4  Great  Babylon  that  rules  the  earth, 
Drunk  'ith  the  martyr's,  blood. 
Her  crimes  fl 

Xh«  fary  OkQ'dT  Gud. 


Book  i.] 

.5  The  cup  of  wrarh  is  ready  mix'd, 
And  (lie  muft  drink  the  dre^s  ; 
Strong  is  the  Lrrd,  her  fov'reign  judge, 
And  fnail  fulfil  her  plagues. 

HYMN    57.     Common  Metre. 

Original  Jin;  or,  Thxjirft  andfecond  ^dam, 

Rom.  v.  12,  &c.  Pfal.  li.  5.  Job  xiy.  4. 

I  T>  &CKWARI)  with  humble  fhame  m  look 
J3  On  our  original ; 
Hew  h  car  nature  dafh'd  and  broke 
In  our  firfl  father's  fall? 

11  that's  good  averfc  and  blind, 
But  prone  to  ail  that's  ill ; 
What  dreadful  darfcnefs  veih  our  mind ! 
How  obfr.inate.GUr  will  I 

3  [Conceiv'd  in  fin  (O  wretched  Sate  :) 

Eefore  we  draw  our  breath ; 
The  firft  young  pulfe  begins  to  beat 
Iniquity  and  death. 

4  How  ftrong  in  our  degenerate  blood 

The  old  corruption  reigns, 
And  mingling  with  the  crooked  flood^ 
Wanders  thro'  all  our  veins  .'3 

5  [Wild  and  amvholefcme  as  the  root, 

Will  all  the  branches  be;  ^ 
How  can  we  hope  for  livinp;  fruit 
From  fucb  a  deadly  tree  I 

4  What  mortal  pow'r  from  things  unclfgn 
Can  pure  produ&ionn  bring? 
Who  can  corcmand  a  vital  ftresm 
Trora  as  iciecled  fpring  ? 


3«  HYMN  S.  [Book  i, 

7  Ytt,  mighty  God,  thy  wondrous  love 

Can  make  oar  nature  clean, 
1    While  Chrift  and  grace  prevail  above 

The  tempccr,  death  and  fin. 

3  The  fecond  Adam  fhall  reflore 
The  ruins  of  the  firft  ; 
Hounna  to  that  iov'reign  pow'r 
Tha:  new-creates  our  duft  ! 

HYMN    58.     Long  Metre. 

.  vll  vanquifised  ;  or,  Michael's  war  with  the 
dragon. 

Revelation  xii.  7. 

1  T    ET  mortal  tongues  attempt  to  fing 

X-u  The  wars  of  heuv'n  when  Michael  flood 
Chief  general  of  th'  eternal  King, 
And  fought  XA-  battles  of  our  God. 

2  Againll  the  dragon  arid  his  hod 

i'ne  armies  01  tbe  1,0,  d  prevail : 
In  vain  they  rage,  in  vain  they  boait ; 
-  Their  courage  finks,  their  weapons  fail. 

3  Down  to  the  earth  was  Satan  thrown ; 

Down  to  the  earth  his  legions  fell  ; 
Then  was  the  trump  of  triumph  blown* 
And  (book  tbe  dreadful  deeps  of  hell. 

4  Nov/  i3  the  hour  of  datknefs  part, 

Chrift  hath  aftum'd  his  reigning  pow'r ; 
Ikhuid  the  ^reat  accufer  caft 

Down  fiwa  the  ikies>  to  rife  no  more. 

5  'Twas  by  thy  blood,  immortal  Lamb, 

ig  armies  trod  the  tempter  down  ; 
6 1  was  by  thv  word,  and  powVfu!  name, 
1  hey  ^aia'd  the  bairie  and  renown. 


Book  i.]  HYMNS,  39 

6  Rejoice,  ye  heav'ns ;  let  ev'ry  fta* 

Shine  with  new  glories  round  the  (ky  ; 
Sa-Tits,  while  ye  Zing  the  heav'nly  war, 
Raife  your  deiiv'rer's  name  on  high* 

HYMN    59/    Long  Metre. 
Babylon  fatten. 
Revelation  xviii.  20,  air. 
1  TN  Gabriel's  hand,  a  miqhty  ft  one 
A  Lies,  a  fair  type  of  Babylon  : 
"  Prophets  rejoice,  and  all  ye  faints* 
"  God  fhail  avenge  your  long  complaints. !? 

a  He  faid,  and  dreadful  as  he  flood, 
He  funk  the  mill-ftone  in  the  flood  : 
*'  Thus  terribly.fnali  Babel  fall, 
*{  Thus,  and  no  more  be  found  at  all. 

HYMN    60.     Long  Metre, 

The  virgin  Marfsfaig;  or,  The  promifcd Mefidh 
lorn. 

Luke  i.  46*  See. 
1  QUR  fouls  mail  magnify  the  Lord  ; 
In  God  the  Saviour  we  rejoice  : 
While  we  repeat  the  virgin's  long* 
May  the  famefpirit  tune  our  voice  ! 

a  [The  highell  fawher  low  eftate, 

And  mighty  things  his  hand  bath  done  : 
His  over-fhadowing  pov/'r  and  ^j'-z-z 
Makes  her  the  mother  o':  his  Son. 

3  Let  ev'ry  nation  call  her  Wejfc'd, 
And  endiefs  years  prolong  her  fame; 
Put  God  alone  moik  be  ador'd  ; 
Holy  and  reverend  h  bis  name..] 


4*  H  Y  M  N  S.  [Eook  i. 

4  To  thofe  that  fear  and  it  lift  the  Lord 
His  mercy  itends  for  ever  fure  : 
From  age  to  age  his  promife  lives, 
And  the  performance  is  fecure- 

5  He  fpake  to  Abra'm  and  bis  feed, 

"  fn  thee  (hall  all  the  earth' be  bie&'d: 
The  memory  of  that  ancient  word 
Lay  long  in  his  eternal  breaft. 

6  Bat  now  no  more  fhall  Ifr'el  wait; 
No  more  the  gentiles  lie  forlorn : 
Lo,  the  defire  of  nations  comes, 
Behold  the  promis'd  feed  is  born ! 


Ghrifl  our  High  Prieft  and  King  ;  and  Chrifi  cost- 
ir.g  tb  judgment* 


HYMN    6i.     Long  Metre. 

\h  Prieft  and  King  ;  a\ 
ir.g  tb  judgment* 

Revelation  i.  5,  6,  7. 

I  "VfOWto  the  Lord  that  makes  us  know 
IN    The  wonder  of  his,.dying  love, 
Be  humble  hoRors  paid  below, 

And  itrains  of  nobler  praife  above. 

»  Twa3  he  that  cleans'd  our  fouJeft  fins, 

And  waiVd  us  in  his  richefr  blood  ; 

'Tis  he  that  mikes  us  priefts  and  kings, 

And  brings  us  rebels  near  to  God. 

3  To  Jefus  our  atoning  prieft, 

To  jefus  our  fuperior  kincr. 
Be  everlafting  power  confefs'd. 
And  ev'ry  tongue  his  glory  fing. 

4  Behold  on  flying  clouds  he' comes, 

And  ev'ry  ey#  (hall  fee  him  move; 

Tho'  with  our  (ins  we  piere'd  him  once  j 

'J hen  he  difolays  his  pavd'ain^  love. 


Hook  i.]  H  Y  M  N  Si  41 

5  The  unbelieving  world  fhall  wail, 
While  we  rejoice  to  fee  the  day  : 
Come,  Lord  ;  nor  let  thy  promife  fail, 
Nor  let  thy  chariots  long  cklay. 
HYMN    62.     Common  Metre. 
Chrijt  Jrfus,  tk;  Lamb  o/GsJ,  wtrjhipptd by  all 
the  crcaihn. 
Revelation  v.  ir,  xi,  13. 
1  r^  OME  let  us  join  osr  cheerful  longs, 
V^  With  angels  round  the  throne  : 
Ten  thoufand  thoufand  are  their  tongues; 
But  all  tkeir  j^ys  are  one. 

4  <s  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  dy'd,"  (they  cry) 

"  To  be  exalted  thus : 
",  Worthy  the  £amb,"'oiir  lips  reply, 

For  he  was  fiiin  for  us. 
§  Jeius  13  worthy  to  receiv* 

Honor  and  pow'r  divine ; 
And  bleflsngs  mere  thta  we  can  give, 

Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 
$  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  /ky,  % 

And  air,  aad  earth,  and  feas, 
Confpire  to  lift  thy  glories  high, 

And  fpeak  thine  en  Jlefs  praife. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  blefs  the  facred  name 
Of  him  that  fits  upon  tho  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

HYMN    63.     Long  Metre. 
ChrijVs  hiimiiiaUvi  and  exaltation. 
Revelation  v,  iz. 
S  W7"HAT  equal  honars  (hall  we  brinrr, 
VV    To  thee,  O  Lord  our  God,  the  Lamb, 
When  all  the  notes  that  angels  ling 
Are  far  inferior  to  thy  naaief 


-4*  HYMNS.  [Book 

a  Worthy  is  lie  that  once  was  (lain, 

The  Prince  of  Peace  that  groan'd  and  cfy'dy 
Worthy  to  rife,  and  lire,  and  reign 
At  his  almighty  Father's  fide. 

3  Pow'r  and  dominion  are  his  vuc, 

VVhoftood  condemn'd  at  Pilate's  bar  : 
Wifdom  belongs  to  Jefb-9  too, 
Tho'  he  was  charg'd  with  madnefs  here. 

4  All  riches  are  his  native  right, 

Yet  he  foflain'd  amazing  lofs  ; 
To  him  afcribe  eternal  might, 

Who  left  his  weakntfs  on  the  crofs. 

5  Honor  immortal  muft  be  paid, 

In&ea4  of  fcandal  and  joffcorn; 
While  glory  mines  arcand  his  head, 
And  a  bright  crown  without  a  thorn. 
•    6  Bleflings  forever  en  the  Larab, 

Who  bore  the  curf-  fur  wretched  men  : 
Let  angels  found  his  facred  name, 
And  cv'ry  creature  fay,  Amen. 

HYMN    64.     Short  Metre. 

jiJvpiion.    1  John  iii    1,  vc.  Gal.  iv.  6. 
x  T>E0OLt5  what  wondrous  grace 
±J  fbeFathqr  has  beftow'd 
On  Unners  of  a  mortal  race, 
To  L'.-ns  of  GodT 

a  'Tis  n 

•.vn  ; 
ri  be  Jewiih  world  knew  Dot  du.ir  kii5(r> 
God's  everlafttng  Son  : 

3  Kor  doth  it  yet  a;  | 

Mow  great  we  mail  be  made, 
But  when  we  fee  our  Savioat  h.re, 
We  Hia.ll  be  like  our  head- 


Book  i.J  ft  Y  M  N  S. 

4  A  hope  {o  much  divine 

My  trials  well  endure, 
May  purge  our  fouls  from  fenfe  and  (In, 
As  Chrifl  the  Lord  is  pine. 

5  If  in  my  Father's  love 

I  /hare  a  filial  part, 
Send  down  thy  Spirit  like  a  do\$ 
To  reft  upon  my  heart. 

6  We  would  no  longer  lie 

Like  flaves  beneath  the  throne  ; 
My  faith  fha!l  Abba  Father  cry, 
/ind  thou  the  kindred  own. 

H  Y  M  N    6$.     Long  Metre. 

The  kingdoms  of  the  'world  become  the  kingdoms  of 
the  Lord ;  or,  The  day  of 'judgment-. 

Revelation  xi.  15. 

1  T    ET  the  feventh  an.aei  found  on  Irph. 
A-J  Let  fhouts  Le  heard  through  afi  the  flcyj 
Kings  of  the  earth  with  &Jad  accord 
Give  up  your  kingdoms  to  the  Lord. 

1  Almighty  God,  thy  pow'r  aiTume, 
Thou  waft,  and  art,  and  art  to  con*  e 
Jefus,  the  Lamb  who  ones  was  (lain, 
For  ever  live,  for  ever  reign  ! 

3  The  BBgry  nation?  fret  and  roar, 
Thar,  they  can  flay  the  faints  no  more  ; 
On  wings  of  venp/ance  flies  our  God, 
To  pay  the  long  arrears  ef  blooif. 

4  Now  mufli  ihe  riflncr  dead  appear  ; 
Now  the  dtcifive  fentenc.e  he? :  ; 
Now  the  dear  marry- s  of  the  Lor4 
Receive  an  inCnit?  reward. 


44  HYM  N  S.  [Book  i, 

HYMN    66.     Long  Metre. 
Chrijl  the  kin?  at  bis  tabk. 
Cant.  i.  a— 5, 12,13,17. 

r  T   ET  him  embrace  my  foul  and  prove 
J--*  My  int'refl  in  his  heav'nly  love  : 
The  voice  that  tells  me  "  Thou  art  mine/' 
Exceeds  the  bleilings  of  the  vineJ 

&  On  thee  th'  anointing  Spirit  came. 
And  fpread  the  favor  of  thv  name  ; 
That  oil  of  gladneis  and  of  prace 
Draws  virgin  foals  to  meet  thy  face. 

$  Jefu*?  allure  me- by  thy  charms j 
My  f Jul  mall  fly  into  thine  arms  ! 
Our  wand'ripg  feet  thy  favors  bring 
To  the  fair  chambers  of  the  king. 

4  [Wonder  and  pleafure  tune  cur  voice 
To  fpeak  thy  praiies  and  our  joys  ; 
Our  meni'ry  keeps  this  love  of  thine 
Beyond  the  tafte  of  richeft  wiiae.] 

5  Tho'  in  ourfefvesdeform'd  we  are, 
A  nd  black  as  Keda»  's  tents  appear ; 
Yet  when  we  put  thy  beauties  on, 
Fair  as  the  courts  ofSojornon. 

6  While  at  the  table  fits  the  King., 
He  loves  to  fee  us  fmile  and  Oris  : 
Our  graces  are  our  bell  perfume, 

And  breathe  like  ipikenard  round  the  room  .] 

7  As  myrrh,  new-bleeding  from  the  tree, 
Such  is  a  dying  Chrift  to  me  ; 

And  while  he  makes  my  foul  his  gueft, 
My  boiom,  Lord,  fkali  be  thy  re£ 


Book  i.]  H  V  M  N  S.  45 

8  [No  beams  of  cedar  or  of  fir, 
Can  with  thy  courts  on  earth  compare  ; 
And  here  we  wait  until  thy  Jove 
Raife  us  to  nobler  feats  above.] 

HYMN  67.     Long  Metre. 
Seeking  the  pafiures  of  Cbrifi  the  Jhephrctm 
Canticles  i.  7. 
1  TpHOU  whom  my  foul  admires  above 
Ail  earthly  joy  and  earthly  love, 
Tell  me,  dear  lhepherd,  let  me  know, 
Where  doth  thy  fweeteft  pailure  grow? 
%  Where  is  the  fhadow  of  that  rode, 
That  from  the  fun  defends  thy  flock  ? 
Fain  would  I  feed  among  thy  iheep, 
Among  them  reft,  among  them  fleep. 

3  Why  mould  thy  bride  appear  like  one 
That  turns  alkie  to  patlw  unknown  \ 
My  conilant  feet  would  never  rove, 
Would  never  foek  another  lave. 

4  [The  footfteps  of  thy  flock  I  fos  : 
Thy  fweeteft  pad  u  res  here  they  b?  : 
A  woun'drous  foail  thy  love  prepares, 
Bought  v/itji  fch'y  wcunxfs,a«d  groans, and  tears. 

5  His  dcareft  fkih  he  makes  my  food, 
And  bids  me  drink  his  richeft  blood  : 
Here  to  theic  hiiis  my  foul  will  come, 
Till  thy  beloved  leads  me  home.] 

HYMN    63.     Long  Metre. 
CJ'U  banquet  oflovs. 
Canticles  ii,  1 — 4,  6,  7. 
t  "DEUOLD  the  rcfe  of  Sharon  h?re, 
■*-*  The  lily  which  the  vallies  bear; 
Beholcr  the  tree  of  life,  that  gives 
Kefrefhing.  fruit  and  healiog  leaved 


46  II  Y  M  N  S.  [Book  i. 

z  A:*ongft  the  thorns  fo  lilies  fhine. 
Amongd  wild  guards  the  noble  vi. 
So  in  mine  eyes  my  Saviour  proves, 
Amidft  a  thoufand  meaner  loves. 

3  Beneatn  his  cooling  made  I  fdt. 

To  tliield  me  from  the  burning  heat ; 
Of  hcavnly  fruit  hefpreads  a  feail. 
To  iced  iiiy  eyes,  and  pleafe  my  tafte. 

4  [Kindly  he  brought  me  to  the  phce 
Where  ilan  is  the  banquet  of  his  gri 
Vie  faw  me  fain*,  and  o'er  my  head 
The  bannei  of  his  love  he  fpread. 

5  With  living  bread,  andgeu'rous  wine, 
He  cheers  this  finking  heart  of  mine  ; 
And  op  'ning  his  own  heart  to  me, 

lie  fhews  his  thoughts  how  kind  they  be.  j 

6  O  never  let  my  Lord  depart  ; 

Jiie  down  and  reft  upon  my  heart ; 
I  charge  my  (ids  not  once  to  move, 
Not  itir,  aor  wake,  nor  grieve  my  love. 

H  Y  M  N.    6$.     Co&uhoa  .Metre. 

Ckrijl  appearing  to  his  church,  and  fcckhig  her 
company. 

Canticles  ii.  2      .3. 

1  HpHE  Yoicje  of  my  beloved 

*    Over  the  rocks  and  rifing  grounds  ; 
O'er  hills  ofgalit,  and  feas  of  grief, 
lie  Iw-p*,  he  fiies  to  my  relief. 

a  Now,  thro'  the  veil  of  fkflt,  I  fee 
With  eyes  of  ljve  he  lools  at  me  ; 
No*v  in  the  gofptl's  cieareft  giais 
lie  fiiews  tuc  beauties  of  his  face. 


BooK'i.]  HYMN  S.  47 

3  Gently  he  draw-  my  heart  along, 
Moth  with  his  beauties  and  his  tongu£  ; 

41  Rife,7'  fsrfihtheL6rrf,  k  away  ; 

"  No  mortal  joy^  are  worth  thy 

4  "  The  Jewish  -  &t,eis  pone, 

"  The  mills  are  fled,  the  fpring  comes  on  ; 
**  The  facred  turtle  d~ve  we  bear 
•'  Proclaim  the  new,  the  joyful  year. 

5  u  Th'  iaam^rtaj  vine  c:  neav'ply  root, 

*  B!ofibms3  and  buds,  and  gives  her  fruit.,' 
Lo,  we  are  ccme  to  taite  the  wise  ; 
Our  fouls  rejoice  and.  biefs  the  vine. 

6  And  when  we  hear  oar  Jef  :•-.  fay, 

"  Rife  upr  my  love,  and  haiTe  away!" 
Our  hearts  would  fain  out-fivvhe  wind, 
/^nd  leave  all  earthly  loves  behind. 

H  Y  M  N    70.     Long  Metre. 

Ckrljl  invittngt  and  the  church  accenting  the  invi- 
tation.    Songii-  i4«i6,    17. 

1  TJ  ARK  !  the  Redeemer,  from  on  high, 
JL  JL  Sweetly  invites  his  fav'ritss  nigh  ; 
Frorrt  caves  of  daiknefs,  and  of  doubt, 
He  gently  fpeaks,  and  calk-  us  out. 

2  "  My  dove,  who  hideft  in  the  rock, 

"  Thins  heart  alrnoft  with  farrow  broke, 
"  Lift  up  thy  face,  forget  thy  fear, 
'•  And  Jet  thy  voice  delight  mine  ear. 

5  '*  Thy  voice  to  ea:  founds  ever  fwe*    ; 
"  My  graces  in  thy  couru'o/mce  rx  1*% ; 
'■  Though  the  vain  world  thy  fa  . '        pile, 
••  "Tis  bright  and  coraelyin  mine  eye's/' 

4  Dear  Lord,  our  thankful  heart  recjsifes 
The  hope  thine  invitation  give^ : 
To  thee  our  joyful  lips  ftSajl  r; 
The  voice  of  prayer  and  ofpraife.] 


4«  HYMNS.  [Book  i. 

\ 

5  [I  am  my  love's,  and  he  is  mine  ; 

Our  hearts,  our  hopes,  our  paffions  join  ; 

Nor  let  a  motion.,  nor  a  word, 

Nor  thought  arife.  to  grieve  my  Lord. 

6  My  foul  to  paftures  fair  he  leads, 
Amongil  the  lilies   where  he  feeds  ; 
Amongft  the  faints  ( whofe  robes  are  v.'hita 
Walh'd  in  his  blood)  is  his  delight. 

f  Till  the  clay  break,  and  fhadows  flee, 
Till  the  fweet  dawning  light  I  fee, 
Thine  eyes  to  me-ward  often  turn, 
Nor  let  my  foul  in  darknefs  mourn. 

S  Be  like  a  heart  on  mountains  green, 
Leap  o'er  the  hills  of  fear  and  fin  ; 
Nor  guilr,  nor  unbelief  divide 
-  My  love,  my  Saviour  from  my  fide, 

HYMN    7  j .     Long  Metre. 

Chrift  found  in  thejlreet,  and  brought  to  the  church. 

Song  iii.  1—5. 

1  r>FTEN  I  feek  my  Lord  by  night, 
V/  Jefus,  my  love   my  foul's  delight ! 
With  warm  defire,  and  reftlefs  thought, 
1  feek  him  oft,  but  find  him  not.  1 

1  Then  I  arife,  and  feavch  the  ftreet, 
Tjj!  I  my  Lord,  my  Saviour  meet : 
lai'c  the  watchmen  of  the  ni^ht, 
"  Where  did  you  fee  my  foul's  delight  !'* 

5  Sometimes  I  find  him  in  my  way, 
Directed  by  a  heav'nly  ray  j 
I  leap  for  joy  to  fee  his  free, 
And  hold  him  faiVin  mine  embrace, 


Book  i.}  H  Y  M  N  S.  49 

4  [I  bring  him  to  my  mother's  home, 
Nor  does  my  Lord  refute  to  come 
To  Zion's  facred  chambers,  vvheie 
My  {cui  iirft  drew  the  viral  air.  J 

5  He  gives  mc  there  his  bJeedtru.'hear*, 
PiercM  for  my  fake  with  deadly  ihiart  ; 
I  give  my  ion!  to  him,  and  there 

Our  loves  their  mutual  tokens  iliare. 

6  I  charge  you  all,  ye  earthly  toys, 

/roach  not  to  diiturb  my  joys  ; 
I\or  fin,  nor  hell,  come  near  my  heart, 
To  caufe  my  Saviour  to  depart. 

HYMN    72.     Long  Metre. 

Tie coronation  ofChrift^  and '  efpoufals  of  the  churchy 

Songiii.  2. 

1  "p|  AUGHTERS  of  Zion,  come,  behold 
JL/  The  crown  of  honor  and  of  gold,v 
Which  the  glad  church,  with  joys  unkaowa, 
Plac'd  on  the  head  of  Solomon. 

%  Jefjs,  thou  everlafling  King, 

Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring; 
Accept  the  welldeferv'd  reoftWn, 
And  wear  our  praifes  as  thy  crown, 

3  Let  ev'ry  acl  of  worfoip  be 

Like  our  cipouials,  Lord,  to  thee; 

\t  the  dear  hour  when  from  above 
We  ilrit  receiv'd  thy  piedge  of  love. 

4  The  giadnefs  of  that  happy  day  ! 
Our  hearts  would  willi  it  loag  to  flay  5 
2\or  let  our  faith  forfake  its  hold, 
Nor  CQQjfors  tick,  nor  love  grow  cold. 


|o  HYMNS.  [Book 

5  Each  following  mint;te  as  it  flies, 
Jncreafe  thy  ptaife, improve  our  joys, 
Till  we  are  rais'd  to  ling  thy  name 
At  the  great  fnpper  of  the  Lamb, 

6  O  that  the  months  would  roll  away; 
And  bring  that  coronation  day  ! 

The  Kins;  of  yrace  (hali  fill  the  throne, 
With  all  his  father's  glories  on. 

•H  Y  M  N    73.     Long  Metre. 

The  church's  heauty  in  the  eyes  of  Cbrift. 
Somj-  iv.  1,  10,  11,  7,  8,  9. 

1  XT'  IND  is  the  fpeech  of  Chrift  cur  Lord, 
i-S-  AiFeflion  founds  in  ev'ry  word, 

<!  Lo  thou  art  fair,  my  love,"  he  cries, 

"  Not  the  young  doves  have  fweeter  eyea" 

2  [I*  S.veet  are  thy  lips,  thy  pleafing  voice 
"  Salutes  mine  ear  with  fecret  joys  ; 

"  No  fpice  fo  much  delights  the  fmc-ll, 
"  Nor  milk  nor  honey  tafle  fo  well. 3 

3  '*  Thou  art.  a1!  fair,  my  bride  to  rae, 
"  I  will  b'hold  no  fpot  in  thee.*' 
What  miohty  wonders  love  performs. 
And  puts  a  comelinefs  on  worms ! 

4  Defil'd  and  loaibfome  as  we  are, 

He  makes  us  white,  and  calls  us  fair  : 
Adorns  us  with  that  heaV'nly  drefs, 
His  graces  and  his  right 'oufnefs. 

5  "  My  filler  and  my  fpoufe,"  he  cries, 
"  Bfcund  to  ray  heart  by  various  ties, 
"  Thy  powerful  love  my  heart  detains 

"  In  ftrong  delight,  and  pleafing  chains.* ' 


Book  i.]  H  Y  M  N  S.  51 

6  He  call's  me  frowi  the  leopard's  den, 
Fron?  the  wild  world  of  beads  and  men, 
To  Z:on,  where  his  glories  are; 

Not  Lebanon  is  half  fo  fair. 

7  No-"  dens  of  prey,  nor  flow'rv  plains, 
N  r  earthly  joy*,  ror -earthly  pains, 
Shall  ho4d  my  feet,  or  force  my  fray, 
When  Chrift  invites  n*y  foul  away. 

HYMN    74.     Long  Metre.       i 

Tfo  church. the  garden  of  Chrljh 

Song  17. 12, 13, 15,  and  7. 1. 

1  XKT'R  are  a  garden  wall'd  around, 

^  *    Chofen  and  made  peculiar  ground  J 
A  little  fpot  inc.los'd  by  grace, 
Out  of  the  world's  wild  wiidernefs. 

a  Like  trees  of  myrth  and  fpice  weftand. 
Planted  by  God  the  Father's  hand  : 
And  al!  his  fprings  in  Zion  flow, 
To  make  the  young  plantation  grow. 

3  Awake,  O  heav'nly  wind,  and  come, 
Blow  on  this  garden  of  perfume; 
Spirit  divine,  defcend  and  bfealhe 

A  gracious  gale  on  plants  beneath. 

4  Make  our  beft  fpices  flow  abroad, 
To  entertain  our  Saviour  God  : 
And  faith,  and  love,  and  joy  'appear, 
And  ev'ry  grace  be  active  here. 

5  [Let  my  beloved  come  andtafte 
Hi:  plcafant  fruits  at  his  own  fcaft, 

"  I  come,  my  fpoufe,  I  come,"  he  ciies, 
W  -  'fure  in  his  eyes. 


ts  H  Y  M  N  S.  [Book  i, 

6  Our  Lord  into  his  garden  comes, 
Well  pleas'd  to  fmeli  our  poor  perfumes, 
And  calls  us  to  a  feaft  divine, 
Sweeter  than  honey,  rniik,  or  wine. 

?  "  Eat  of  the  tree  of  life,  my  friends, 
"  The  bldlings  that  my  Father  fends  ; 
"  Your  tafte  mail  all  my  dainties  prove, 
u  And  drink  abundance  of  my  love." 

<J  Jefws,  we  will  frequent  thy  board, 
And  fing  the  bounties  of  our  Lord  : 
But  the  rich  food  on  which  we  live, 
Demands  more  praiic  than  we  can  give. 3 

HYMN    75.   "Long  Metre. 

The  defcription  ofChrijl  thebehved. 

Song  v.  a>— i:,  14,  ij»i6. 

S  rT"!HE  won  d' ring  world  inquire  to  know, 
X    Why  I  fhou'd  love  myjefus  fo  : 
"  What  are  his  charms,"  fay  they,  "above 
"  The  objects  of  a  mortal  lover' 

»  Yes,  my  beloved,  to  my  fight 
Shews  afweet  mixture,  red  and  white: 
All  human  beauties,  all  divine» 
In  my  beloved  meet  and  fnine. 

£  White  Is  his  foul,  from  blemifh  free, 
Red  with  the  blood  he  (bed  for  me  ; 
The  f.irefl:  often  thonfand  fairs, 
A  fun  among  ten  thoufand  liars. 

4  [His  head  the  fiaeit  gold  excels ; 
There  wifdom  in  perfection  dwells ; 
And  glory,  like  a  crown,  adorns 
Thofe  temples  once  befet  with  thorns* 


Dook  i.]  HYMNS.  5 

5  Compaincns  in  his  heart  are  found, 
iiravl  by  the  Ggnals  nod: 
Hia-facred  fide  no  more  mall  bear 
The  cruel  ic.iurge,  the  piercing  ipear.] 

6  [_^s  hands  are  fairer  to  behold, 
Than  di'monds  £et  in  rings  of  go1:-? ; 
Thole  heav'cly  hands  that  or.  the  ires 
Were  nail'd,  z?*d  tern,  and  bled  for  me. 

g  Tho*  onca  he  bow'd  his  feeble  knees, 
Loaded  with  ftsis  and  agonies, 
Now  on  the  throne  of  his  cu;:ima:id 
His  legs  like  marbh  pillara  ftand,") 

3  {"fits  eyes  aremajeity  and  Jove, 
The  eagle  tempered  with  the  dove ; 
No  more  mail  trickling  ibrrov/s  roil 
Thro'  thofe  dear  windows  of  his  foul-3 

9  His  mouth-  that  poar'd  out  long  complaints* 
Now  fraile*,  and  cheers  his*  fainting  iaints  ; 
Ki3  countenance  more  graceful  is 
Than  Lebanon  with  all  its  trees. 

to  Alt  over-glorious  is  my  Lord, 
M^ft  be  beJov'd  and  yet  adar'd; 
Kis  wojth  if  all  the  nations  knew, 
Sure  the  whole  earth  would  lo?e  hirn  too. 

HYMN    76.     Long  Metre. 
C::r:Jl  diwlls  in  heave?!)  but  vifJs  on  cavih. 

Song  vi.  1,  a,  3>  i3« 

E  1 TTHEN  (hangers  ftand  and  hear  mg*flj 
v  v    What  beauties  in  my  Saviour  dwell ; 
Where  he  is  gone  thty  nin  would  know, 
Thzt  they  may  leek  and  love  him  too* 


54  HYMNS.  [BodK  i, 

a  My  bed  beloved  keeps  his  throne, 
On  hills  of  light  and  worlds  unknown  ; 
But  he  defcends  and  mews  his  face 
In  ihe  young  gardens  of  his  grace, 

3  [In  vineyards  planted  by  his  hand, 
Where  fruitful  trees  in  order  (rand, 
He  feeds  among  the  fpicy  beds, 
Where  lilies  (how  their fpotlefs  heads. 

4  He  has  engrofs'd  my  warmed  love, 
No  earthly  charms  my  fou!  can  move  *, 
I  have  a  manfion  in  his  heart, 

Nor  death  norhcli  mall  make  us  part.] 

5  [He  takes  my  fou!  ere  I'm  aware, 
And  fhows  me  where  his  glories  are  ; 
!No  chariot  of  Amminadab 

The  heavenly  rapture  can  defcribe. 

i^O  mav  my  fpirit  daily  rife 

On  wings  of  faith  above  the  fkies,] 
Till  death  fliali  make  my  lad  remove, 
To  dwell  for  ever  with  my  love. 

HYMN    77.     Long  Metre. 

The  love  of  Chrijl  to  tbs  church,  in  his  language  it 
her,  and '  provijion  fcr  her. 

Song  vii.5,  6,9,  12,13. 

1  ^OW  io  the  gaU'ries  of  his  grace 

Appears  the  Kino;,  and  thus  he  fays ; 
Ci  How  fair  my  faints  are  in  my  fifiht, 
"  My  love  how  pleafant  for  delight !" 

1  Kind  is  thy  lancuap  n  Lord, 

There's  heavily  grace  in  ev'ry  word; 
a  that  deas  Ire  am  divine    . 

Flo'»\s  fwecter  thaa  rhechoicdl  v/ine. 


.Book  ,.]  HYMNS.  55 

3  Such  wondrous  love  awakes  the  lip 
Of  iaints  who  were  aimctt  aflcep, 
To  fyeak  the  praifes  of  thy  name, 
And  makes  our  cold  afFe&ions  flame. 

4  Thcfe  are  the  joys  he  lets  us  know, 
In  fields  and  villages  below  ; 
Gives  us  a  re'ifti  of  his  love. 

But  ke-ps  hisnobleil  feait  above. 

5  In  Paradise  within  the  gates, 
An'hig&er  entertainment  waits  ; 
Fruits  new  and  oid  laid  up  in  irore, 
There  we  fhall  feed,  btst  thiiil  no  more. 

H  Y  M  N    78.     Long  Metre. 

Thejlrengih  ofChrifts  love,  and  the  foul' sjoaloify 

of  hsr  vv;:i. 

Song  viii.  5,  6,  7,  13,  14. 

1  "XE7HO  is  this  fair  one  in  diftr~fs, 
*  V   That  travels  from  the  wiidernefs  : 
And  preis'd  with  forrows  and  with  fins, 
'On  her  beloved  Lord  ihe  leans  ! 

%  This  is  the  fpoufe  of  Cbrift  our  God, 
Bought  uith  the  treafnres  of  his  blood  : 
And  her  requeft,  and  her  complaint, 
Is  but  the  voice  of  ev'ry  faint.] 

3  *'  O  let  my  name  engraven  ftand, 

"  Both  on  thy  heart  and  on  thy  hand, 
"  Seal  me  upon  thine  arm,  and  wear 
"  That  pledge  of  love  for  ever  there. 

4  "  Stronger  than  death  my  love  i3  known, 

"  Wbieb  floods  of  wrath  could  never  drown ; 
"  And  heil  ard  earth  in  vain  combine, 
*'  lo  quench  a  iire  ib  much  divine,. 


5$  HYMN  5.  [Boox  t 

5  "  But  T  am  jealous  of  my  heart, 
"  Left  it  fhouJd  once  from  thee  depart ; 
'*    i "hen  let  thy  same  be  well  iAprefs'd, 
"  As  a  fair  fignet  on  my  breaft. 

4  "  Tili  thoa  "fcaft  brought  rne  to  thy  horn", 

"  Where  fears  and  doubts  can  sever  come* 
"  Thy  count'nance  let  me  often  f:e, 
"  And  often  thou  (halt  hear  from  me. 

4j  ••  Come,  my  beloved,  hafre  away, 
"  Got  {fiart  the  hobre  of  thy  delay; 
"  Fly  like  a  youthful  hart  or  roe 
•'  Over  the  hill  #tiere  fpices  grow." 

HYMN    79.     LongMeugs. 

-//  morning  hymn, 
Pfalms  xix.  5,  ?,  and  Ixxiii.  34*  »!• 

j  /^*  OD  of  the  morning,  at  whofe  voke 
xjf  The  cheaiful  fun  makes  hafte  tqn£r, 
And  like  a  giant  doth  rejoice 

To  run  his  journey  trhough  the  fides. 

a  From  the  fair  chambers  of  the  call 
The  circuit  of  his  race  begins, 
And  without  wearinefs  or  reft 
Round  the  whole  earth  he  files  and  Suggs* 

5  Oh  like  the  fun  may  I  ffclftl 

Th'  appointed  duties  of  the  day. 
With  ready  mind  and  active  wi!J, 

March  on,  and  keep  my  heav'nly  way, 

4  But  I(ha!!  rove  and  lofe  the  race. 
If  Grid,  my  foe,  fhall  difappear. 
And  leave  me  in  thh  worH's  wild  maze* 
To  fojiow  crry  >vand'ring  fhr. 


Book  :.]  H  Y  M  N  5.  5.7 

5  Loid,  thy  commands  are  clean  and  pure, 

Enlight'ning  our  beclouded  eyea  : 

Thy  threat'nin^s  j'ifi,  thv  proraiie  lure, 

Thy  gofpel  makes  the  (imple  wife. 

6  Give  me  thy  counfei  for  my  guide, 

And  then  receive  me  to  thy  hiifs  5 
Ail  my  ddires  and  hopes  behde. 
Are  faint  and  cold  compar'd  with  thfs. 

HYMN    80.     Long,  Metre, 

An  e-j suing  hymn. 

Plalms  iv.  8.  and  iii.  5,  6.  and  cxliii-  8* 

a  HTHUS  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on, 

A    Thus  far  his  pow'r  prolongs  my  days* 
Ao3  ev'ry  cv;ning(hall  make  Known 
Some  ffefh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

3.  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  wafte, 
Avid  I  perhaps  am  near  my  home; 
But  hff  forgives  my  feilie3  palfc 

He  gives  me  ftrenrgth  for  days  to  come. 
5  I  lay  my  bdfyf  down  to  fleep, 

Peace  i3  »he  pillow  for  my  head  ; 
White  well-appointed  angela  keep 
Their  watchful  flaticns\ound  my  bed; 

4  In  vain  the  fans  df  earth  and  hell 

Tell  me  a  thoufand  frightful  things  % 
My  God  in  fafety  makes  me  dwelt 
--.oath  the  fiudow  of  his  wings* 

.5  Faith  in  his  nams  forbids  myfear: 
O  may  thy  prefrnce  ne'er  depart! 
And  in  the  morning  make  me  hear 
The  lore  aridkindnefs  of  thy  kear£, 


5S  HYMNS.  {Book  i  . 

5  Thus  when  the  night  of  death  fliall  come, 
My  flem  fhall  rtil  beneath  ihe  ground, 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  rouie  my  tomb, 
With  fweet  lafvanoja  fa  the  found. 

H  Y  M  N    8 1.     Lon-g  Metre, 
J#Ji#£  for  evening  and  morning' 
Lam.  iii.  23.  Ha.  xW.  7. 
1  1V/TY  God.  how  endtefs  is  thy  love, 
■*■■*•    I  hy  gifts  are  ev;ry  ev'ning  new  ; 
And  morni eg  mercies  from  above. 
Gently  difnl  like  early  dew. 

a  Thou  ipread'ft  the  curtains  of  the  night, 
.Great  guardian  of  my  weeping  h-.mrs  ; 
T/i:y  fov  reign  word  reilcres  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drewfy  povv'rs. 
3  I  yield  ray  pow'rs  .to  thy  command, 
To  thee  1  coefecrate  my  days ; 
Perpetual  blciungs  from  thine  bind 
Demand  perpetual  fongs  of  praiie. 
HYMN    82.     Long  Metre. 
Cod  far  above  creatures  ;  or,  Man  vain  at:  J 
mortal.     Jcb  iv.  1 7—  i  1 . 
I  QH  ALL  the  vile  race  1  blood 

O  C  d  ? 

Shall  mortaJ  worms  p'efur.ic  lobe 
More  holy,  wife,  or  n  he  ? 

5  Behold  he  puts  his  truft  in  :■. 

Of'aHthe  ipirks  ro«nd  his  ifVrone'; 
Their  n  it  I  wuh  his 

Ate  nciihcr  hcly,juit,  nor  jfcife. 

3  But  how  mu;h  r&jeanerU>ings  are  ifeey 
•   VViio  fpriug  from  coil*  and  owe  !  in  ell 
Touch'a  by  the  fisg^r  of  thy  wrath, 
We  faint  and  vaailli  like  the  raoih. 


BodK  i.]  H  Y  M  N  S.  5: 

4  From  rwgrht  to  day,  from  <)ay  to  night, 
We  die  by  thousands  in  thy  fight : 
Bu; y'd  in  duit  whole  nations  lie, 
Like  a  forgotten  vanity.  *  * 

5  Almighty  pow'r !  to  thee  we  bow  ! 
Mow  t\  ail  are  we !  how  glorious  thou  I 
No  more  thefons  of  earth  mail  dare 
With  an  eternal  God  compare. 

HYMN    S3.     Common  Metre, 
djHlttions  and  death  undef  'ftotldencs\ 
Job  v.  6,  7>£. 

1  XT OT  from  the  daft  afHiaion  £rows, 
X  ^   Nor  troubles  rile  by  chattel  ; 
Yet  we  are  bom  to  cares  and  woes  I 

A  lad  inheritance! 

2  As  f parks  break  out  of  burning  coals, 

And  ">:;    are  upwards  borne  ; 
So  grief  is  rooted  in  our  I 
Andfficin  grows  up  to  n     > 

3  Yet  Witfi  ray  God  I  leave  ray  .- 

And  trurt  his  promis'-d  grace  ; 
He  rules  me  by  his  wett-knowo  laws 
Of  love  and  tyght'oliii 

4  Nor  a  1  the  pains  thai  e'er  i  bore 

Shall  ip  ;i!  my  :e, 

Tor  rieatfe  x.(yi  hell  can  '0  :  0  n 
Than  what  my  feaie. 

Ii  Y  M  N    ?.■. 
SalvcJio::,  right 

Ifeiah  XiV,  JJ1  ■-;,  r. 

?   1EHOVAO  {peaks,  let  tffa'l  hear, 
J  Let  a!'  • 

While  Oods  eternal  . 
His&  hwiiames. 

B  \ 


6o  HYMN  ft  [Boor.  f. 

a  "  I  am  the  kft,  and  I  the  firft, 

"  The  Saviour  G-cd,  and  Cod  thejuft; 
**  There's  none  befides  pretends  to  {he.'/ 
**  S(?ich  juftice  and  falvation  voo. 

3  [4<  Ye  that  in' Giad es  cf  darknefo  d"'ell, 
"  Jnft  or.  the  verge  of  death  and  J>    h 

"  1  o  me  from  diflant  land 

"  Light,  life,  and  hcav'n  are  in  my  hands. 

4  °  I  by  my  holy  name  have  fv/orn, 
4f  J.lzv  flail  the  word  in  n« 

"  To  me  {hall  all  things  !  nee, 

"  And  ev'ry  tongue  flia'i 

5  "  In  me  alone  mall  men  cor 

"  L:es  ali  their  ftrength  and  I  cis  : 

'•'  But  fuch  a?  dare  defpifc  m 

*'  I'll  clothe  them  with  eternal  ma 

6  <(  In  me  the  Lord  mall  all  the  feed 
"  Of  Jfra'l  from  their  fifti  be  fired, 
"  And  by  their  mining  graces  prove 

"  Their  int'reft  to  my  pard'ning  Io?e." 

HYMN    85.     Short  Metre. 

The  fume 
Ifa.  xlv.  21—  2$. 

1  *TpHE  Lord  on  high  proclaims 
""*   His  Godhead  from  his  throne  ; 
**  Mercy  and  Juftice  are  the  names 
"  By  which  1  will  be  k.nov«a. 

&  u  Ye  dying  fouls  that  fit 
"  In  darknefs  and  daleef?:, 
11  Look  from  the  borders  of  th?  pit 
**  To  my  reccv  ring  grace.' ; 


Book  i.]  H  Y  M  N  S. 

5  Sinners  fhall  hear  the  found  ; 

"5  heir  tlvinkftii  tongues  (hall  ov/n, 
u  Ocr  nrdv- o-jfnefs  and  ftren^th  is  fcund 
"  In  thee,  the  Lard,  alone." 

4  Intheeftalilfra'Jtruft, 

.':>:ir  guilt  forpiv'n  ; 
C  ;e  the  finner5 -juft, 

i  the  faints  to  gear's. 

H  Y  M  N    86.     Common  Metro. 

6W  kofyfjufii  arJfovneign. 

Jobix.  a~io. 

i  IJOVv  mould  the  fons  of  Adam's  race 
-SLA  Be  r)lUe  before  their  God  ! 
li  heeootendiia  ri^hteoafnefs, 
V,  e  fall  beneath  his  rod. 

*  T^J.Indicate  ray  words  and  thoughts 
ril  ma;i.*  no  more  pretenc*  i 
Kotoneoj  all  my  thcufaadhults 
Cato  oeai  a  juit  defence 

-'is  arm,  his  heart  is  mfei 
?a?n  prefers  date 
snft  their  Makers  hand  to  rife- 
Or  tempt  th'  inequal  war  ? 


fc>I 


4  (.Mountains  by  his  almighty  Wrath 

Fro^tLcrckl^^ave'om; 
Hecate :■  we  earth  from  ib.111,  to  north, 
Ana  ail  her  pdla.^s  n.o^rn. 

5  Ke  bidi  the  fun  fbrbey.no  rift  ; 
_...v  it  fim  for  IkaWi 

Ins  hand  with  ftefcehrth  f,;rcads  lhe  /],; 
A*iu  ieaJs  up  ail  the  ftars. 


f--2  HYMNS.  -ok!. 

6  lie  walks  upon  the  ftorray  fea  ; 
Flies  on  the  ftormy  wind  ; 
7  here's  none  can  trace  his  wondrous  way* 
I  .is  dark  footfteps  find.] 

H  Y  M  N    87.     Long  Metre. 
dwells  ivitb  the;  humbh  and peiiilenL 
Ifaiah  ivii.  15,  16. 
i  npHUS  faith  the  high  and  lofty  one, 
"  I  fit  upon  my  holy  throne  ; 
"  My  name  is  God  ;  I  dwell  on  high  ; 
"  Dwell  in  my  own  eternity, 
a  "  Rut  I  deicend  to  worlds  below  ; 
"  On  earth  1  have  amanfion  too  ; 
"  The  humble  fpirit  and  contrite 
<{  Is  an  abode  of  ray  delight. 

3  "  The  humble  foul  my words  revive, 
"  I  bid  the  mourning  (inner  live  : 

'*  Heal  all  the  broken  hearts  I  frod, 
"  And  cafe  the  forrovvs  of  the  mind. 

4  u  [When  I  contend  againft  their  fin, 

'•  1  make  them  know  how  vile  they've  !:: 

"  But  mould  my  wrath  for  ever  frrkfke, 

M  Their  fouls  would  fink  beneath  my  ftroke;" 

5  O  may  thy  pard'ning  grace  be  nigh, 
Left  we  flaould  Faint,  defpair,  and  die! 
Thus  fliall  our  better  thoughts  appi  • 
The  methods  of  thy  cbafTning  loi 

HYMN    S8.     Long  Metre. 
Life  the  day  of  grace  and  hox 
EccFef  ix.  t — 6-  to. 
1  T    IFJj  I?  the  time  to  jforve  the  Lord, 
J~j  The  time  t'  infure  the  great  reward  5 
And  White  the  Limp  holds  out  to  burr., 
The  vileft  llnner  may  return. 


Book  i.]  HYMNS.  oj 

•2,  [Life  is  the  hour  that  God  hath  givVi 
To  Tcape  from  hell,  and  fly  to  heav'n  5 
The  day  of  grace,  and  mortals  may 
Secure  the  bieiiings  of  the  day.] 

3  The  living  know  that  they  muft  die  ; 
Kiuail  the  dead  forgotten  lie  ; 
Their  rftetn'ry  and  their  fenfe  is  gone* 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 

4  f  Their  hatred  and  their  love  IS  loft, 
Their  envy  bury'd  in  the  dud; 
They  have  no  fhare  in  all  that's  dons 
Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  fun.] 

5  Then  what  my  thoughts  delign  to  do, 
My  hands,  with  ail  your  might  purflie  j 
Since  no  device,  nor  work  is  found, 

Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 

6  There  are  no  acls  of  pardon  pail 

In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  hafte  : 
But  darknefs,  death,  and  loDgdefpair, 
Reign  in  eternal  filsnce  there. 

H  Y  M  N    Sg.    Long  Metre* 

Youth  and  judgment. 

Ecc.  xi.  9. 

1  "V'S  Tons  of  Adam,  vain  and  yo^fig, 

i-    Indulge  your  eyes,  indulge  your  tongme; 
Tafte  the  delights  your  fouls  deiire, 
And  give  a  ioofe  to  all  your  fire: 

»  Purfue  the  pioafures  you  defign, 

/  nd  cheer  your  hearts  with  Tongs  and  wine; 
Fnjcy  the  day  of  mirth;  but  know 
There  is  a  day  of  judgment  too, 

B4 


£. 


II  Y  M  N  S.  [Book 

5  God  from  en  high  beholds  your  thoughts; 
His  bock  records  your  fetretfa 
The  works  tl  .one 

IMufb  ail  appear  before  the  fan. 

4  The  veng'ance  to  year  follies  due, 
Should  i>ri!:e  -  rpi  tho; 
Kow  will  ye  fjand  Lciore  Lis  : 

Or  anfwer  for  hio  injur?  d  grace: 

5  Almighty  God,  turn  off  their  eyes 
From  tfcefe  h1!'j:i:m;  v.'/.irits; 
And  let  the  thunder  of  thy  word 
Awake  their  fouls  to  fear  the  Lord. 

H  Y  M  N  90.    Ctauaoii  Metre. 

The  fame, 

1  T  O,  the  young  tribes  of  Adam  rife, 
•*-*  And  through  z.\l  nature  rove, 
Fulfil  the  whiles  of  their  eyes, 
And  tafte  the  jays  they  love. 

«  They  give  a  loofe  to  wild  defues; 
But  let  the  tinners  know, 
The  fine!  ac  t  God  reqtriies 

Of  all  the  works  they  do. 

$  The  judge  prepares  his  throne  on  high* 
'ihe  high  .  an&jfeas 

AvGid  the  fui  y  of  his  t 
And  £ee  before  his  1 

jj.  Howflirjl  I  bear  tr  at  dreadful  day, 
And  ftand  the  fiery  tell: 
I'd  give  all  mortal  joys  uv/ay 
To  be  for  ever  bieft. 


Sook  i.]  H  Y  M  N  S.  65 

HYMN   91.    Long  Metre. 

Advice  io  y§uth  ;  or,  Old  age  and  death  in  an  uH* 
ebnvertedjtats. 

Ecckf.  xii.  i,  7.    Ifa.  Iky.  20. 

1  VfOW  ro  the  heat  of  youthful  blood, 
^  Remember  your  creator,  God: 
Beh-oid,  the  months  come  haft'ning  on 
When  you  (hal!  iky,  u  My  joys  are  gone/' 

2  Behold  the  aged  tinner  goes, 
Laclen  with  gr.k  and  heavy  woes, 
Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
With  endlefs  curies  on  his  head. 

3  Thedaft  returns  td*du ft  again) 

The  foul  in  agonies  of  pain 
Afcends  to  G--jd;  net  there  to  dwell, 
But  hears  her  doom,  and  finks  to  hell. 

4  Eternal  King!  I  fear  thy  nam •-: 
Teach  me  t:>  know  how  frail  I  am; 
And  when  my  fdul  muit  hende  remove^ 
Give  me  a  manfion  id  thy  love. 

H  Y  M  N   92.    Short  Metre. 

Cbrijl  the  wifuom  of  Gcd. 

Pror.  \iii,  r,  22 — 3Z. 

1  CHALL  wisdom  cry  aloud, 
O  And  riot  her  fpeech  be  heard? 

The  voice  of  God's  eternal  word, 
Defcrves  it  no  regaiti? 

a  "  ]  was  his  chief  delight, 
"  His  everlafting  Son, 

"  Before  the  feft  ofail  his  works 
"  Creation  >vas  began. 


m  HYMNS.  [Book  i 

3  ["  Before  the  flying  c'ouds, 

'*  Before  thefohd  land, 
"  Before  the  fields,  before  the  floods, 
"  i  dwelt  at  his  right  hand. 

4  Cl  When  he  adorn'd  the  fkies, 

"  And  built  them,  I  was  tliere, 
"  To  order  when  the  fun  mould  rife, 
"  And  marfhal  ev'ry  ftar. 

5  "  When  he  pour'd  out  the  fea, 
"  And  Spread  the  flowing  deep; 

'*  T  gave  the  flood  a  firm  decree, 
*'  In  its  own  bounds  to  keep. "J 

6  "  Upon  the  empty  air 

"  The  earth  was  balanc'd  welj: 

"  With  joy  I  faw  the  manfion  whe 
"  The  fons  of  men  fhould  dwell. 

7  "  My  bufy  thoughts  at  firft 
"  On  their  falvation  ran, 

'"  Ere  fin  was  born,  or  Adam's  duft, 
'   "  VVas  fafliion'd  to  a  man. 

2  "  Then  come,  receive  my  grace, 
"  Ye  children,  and  be  wife; 

"  Happy  the  man  that  keeps  my  ways, 
"  The  man  that  fhuns  them  dies." 

HYMN   93.    Long  Metre, 

Chrift;  or,  IVifdom,  obeys  J  or  rejtfied. 

Prov.  villi  34 — 36. 

1  H^HUS  faith  th^  wifdom  of  the  Lor^ 
*-    "  BSeiVd  is  the  man  that  hears  my  wocd; 
M  Keeps  d;;''y  watch  before  my  gaits., 
"  And  a:  my  feetfot  mercy  vv; 


Book  i.]  HYMN  S.  jy 

%  #  The  foul  that  feeks  rrre,  (hall  obtain 
IJ  Immortal  wealth  and  heav'nly  gain; 
•'  Immortal  life  is  his  reward, 
*  Life,  and  the  favor  of  the  Lcrd. 

3  "  Bat  the  vile  wretch  that  flies  from  me^ 
'*  Doth  his  own  foul  an  injury; 
"  Fools,  that  againft  my  grace  rebel, 
"  Seek  death,  and  love  the  read  to  hell. 

HYMN    94    Common  Metre. 
J  unification  by  faith,  not  by  works}  or,  Tie  la<v) 
condemns)  grace  juflifi^s. 
Rom  iii.  19 — 22. 
t  "^  TALK"  are  the  hopes  the  fons  of  men 
»    .On  their  own  works  have  built  j 
Their  hearts  by  nature  all  unclean, 
And  all  their  aelions  guilt. 

2  Let  Jew  and  Gentile  flop  their  mouths/ 

Without  a  murra'ring  wofd, 
And  the  whole  race  of  Adam  {land 
Guilty  before  the  Lord. 

3  In  vain  we  aik  God's  righteous  law 

<  To  juftify  us  now, 
Since  to  convince  and  to  condemn 
Is  all  the  law  can  do. 

4  Jefu?,  how  glorious  is  thy  grace! 

When  in  thy  name  we  truft, 
Gar  faith  receives  a  righteoufne& 
That  makes  the  (inner  jtfit. 

HYMN    <ft.    Common  Metre. 
Restoration.     John  i.  13.  and  iii.  3,  &u 
1  JUOT  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth 
Nor  rites  that  God  has  giv'n, 
Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birthj 
Can  raife  a  foul  to  heav'Ui 


ifr  H  Y  M  N  S.  [Book  i, 

z  The  fov'reign  will  of  Gorl  alone 
Creates  us  heirs  of  grace: 
Born  in  the  image  of  his  Son, 
K  new  peculiar  race. 

3  The  Spirit,  like  fome  heav'nly  wind, 

Bicp/s  en  the  fon$  of  fieifh, 
Kev  Q3l  mind, 

ras  the  rnsn  arrefli- 

4  Our  q&cken'd  foals  awake  and  riie 

From  the  long  0ee?  of  death; 
On  heav'ciy  things  vie  fix  our  eyes, 
And  praife  employs  our  breath. 

HYMN  $6.    Common  Meft'e. 

Elccllon  excludes  boajiitiz. 

1  Cor. :.  a6 — 31. 

*  PUT  few  among  the  carnal  wift, 
■^  But  few  of  noble  race, 
Obtam  the  fUvcrr  cf  thine  eyes, 

Aimi 

a  He  tafes  the  mea  bfkejjneflnanic. 
For  fons  and  heirs  of  God ; 
Aadthas  tbiibdalt  Qmai 

«e>n  bonojra 

3  He  calls  the  fec},-^*:!  makes  him  know 

♦  1  he  rayft'ries  of 

To  bring  y> 

And  ali  its  pride  abafe. 

'4  Nature  bath  all  its  Series  toft, 
W hen  brc u gh t  bef  n  6 ; 

No  flem  fhvtll  ui  hrs  prefencc  boai, 
But  in  the  Lord  alone. 


»6ok  i.J         fiY  U  N  S,  C9 

HYMN  97.    Long  Metre; 

Chrljt  our  w#$wf,  rtghteoupiefs%  &c. 
1  Cor.  i.  *o. 

f  "OURY'D  in  (hadows  of  the  night, 
-°  We  lie  'till  Chrifc  rejbres  the  iightj 
Wifdom  defcends  to  heal  the  blind. 
And  chafe  the  ciarknefs  oFthe  mind. 

»  Oar'£uiity  fon!s  are  drowri'd  in  tears* 
■fill  his  alt  dappears: 

Then  we  $  n  deep  diftrefs, 

And  ring  "  The  Lord  oar  righteoaffleis.** 

5  Oar  very  frame  ij  mix 'a  with  fin ; 
His  Spirit  makes  our  natures  clean; 
Such  virtues  from  htsfuiP rings  flow* 
At  once  to  cleanfe  and  pardon  too* 

4  Jefas  beholds  where -Satan  reigns]} 
Binding  his  flavea  in  heavy  cl:  ^ins^ 
Hefets  the  prU'ners  free,  and  breaks 
The  iron  boadage  from  our  neck?. 

<••.  Poor  helplefs  worms  in  thee  pbSeS 
Grace,  wifdora,  paw 'r,  and  righteoufnefs; 
Thou  art  our  mighty  all,  and  we 
Gi?e  our  whole  felves,  O  Lord,  to  thee, 

K  Y  M  N   98.    Short  Metre. 
The  fame* 
1  TTQ^V  heavy  is  the  n:;;  ht 
•O.  T*hat  hangs  apon  ov,v  eyes, 

TiUChriJ  i  reyrvrag  h'&ht, 

Over  oar  foals  arife! 
%  Our  gutlt?fpirits  dread 
To  meet  the  wfai  h  of  heav'n : 


We 


But  in  his  -:  <  3  array *d7 

e  fee  oafc  uns  forpiv'n. 


^o  K  Y  M  N  S.  [Book  J: 

3  Unholy  and  impure 

^  Are  all  our  thoughts  and  ways, 
His  hands,  iflfeSed  nature  cure 
With  faucVtfying  grace. 

4  The  pow'rs  of  hell  agree 
To'holdcur  fouls  in  vain; 

He  fctsrhe  ion?  of  bondage  frees 
And  break?  the  curfed  chain. 

5  Lord,  we  adore  thy  ways, 
To  hrin^  us  near  to  God ; 

Thy  (o\  'reign  pow'r,  thy  healing  grace, 
And  thine  atoning  blood. 

HYMN  99.    Common  Metre. 
Stones  tuadz  the  children  of  Abraham;  or,  Grac 
7irjt  conveyed  by  religious  parents. 
Matthew  lii.  9. 
1  TT*IN  are  the  hopes  that  rebels  place 
V    Upon  their  birth  and  blood, 
Defcended  from  a  pious  race; 
(  Theit  fathers  now  with  God. 
%  He  from  the  ca  ves  of  earth  and  hell 
Can  takethehardeft  ftones, 
And  fill  the  houie  of  Abr'am  well 
With  new-crented  fons. 
3  Such  wondrcuj  pow'r  doth  he  pofTefs, 
Who  fqrnr'd  our  mortal  fra*i*  ; 
Who  call'd  the  world  from  emptinefs; 
The  world  eb-:y'd  and  came. 

HYMN    100.     Long  Metre. 
Be.ieve  and  be  favcd.     John  iif.  ?6 — 18. 
j  "VJQ  .'  to  conren-m  the  for-.,  ofmen, 
J.N    Did  ChriiV  the  Son  ofj  ?od  appeal ; 
!No  weapons  in  his  i  feen, 

Koilasiingfword,  n^r  thunder  there, 


Book  i.]  HYMN  S; 

a  Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God, 
He  lov'd  the  race  of  men  ib  wdf, 
He  fent  his  Son  to  bear  our  lead 

Of  fins,  and  fave  our  fouls  from  i-dL 

3  Sinners,  believe  toe  Saviour's  word* 

Trufi  in  his  mighty  name  and  !iVe  ; 
A  thmifand  joys  .his  lips  afford, 
His  hands  a  thoufand  bJefilngs  give; 

4  But  vengeance  and  damnation  H;s» 

On  rebels  who  refuie  the  grate  ; 
Who  God's  eternal  Son  deipife, 
The  hotted  helliiuli  be  their  place> 

H  Y  M  N    101,     Long  Metre. 

Joy  m  bcayenfora  repentihgjjnner* 

JL-uke  xv.  7,  id. 

i  TX/"HO  can  defciibe  the  joys  thatrife^ 
.*  :  Through  a:i  the  qoiifts  m  Pafadiiej 
■  To  jfee  :>  pjrodlga!  reta-taj 
To  fee  an  heir  oi:  glory  born  ? 

a  With  joy  the  Father  doth  approve 
fruit  of  his  eternal  loVe? 
'The  Son  with  joy  looks  down-aadtfees 
;  purcptife  of  bis  agonies. 
3  The  Spi)  elight  to  view 

The  holy  foal  he  foi  rn*d  anew  ! 

;e?S  join  to  fShg 
The  growing  einprr:  of  their  Kio£, 

H  Y  M  N    102.    LcagM. 
Tbclsatii-jces.    I^ttfcev/  ■;•  }~**« 
j  fp  LESS'D  are  the  h .  dstfiatfee 

[AJTheir  eroptmefs  and  poverty  : 

'eafutes  of  gy^ce  to  them  are  giyTq> 
Aad  crowns  of  joy  Said  up  in  heav'n. "} 

c 


II  Y  M  N  S.  [Book  i, 

a  [B'cft'd  are  the  men  of  Broken  heart, 
Who  mow  n  for  fin  with  inward  fnurt ;   * 
Mood  of  Chrift  divinely  flows, 
,  A  hea ling-balm  for  a  1  their  woes.] 

^  5   [ftleis/d  yc  the  meek,  who  fland  afar 
Fror.  paiTion,  noife  and  v.'ar  ; 

God  will  fecu;'.'  theis  happy  ftate, 
^^SS^HkI  thtrii  caufe  againft  the  great.] 
-    4  [Eicfs'd  are  the  fouls  that  tbirft  for,  grace, 
Hunger,  and  long  for  rigbteouffiefs  ;' 
Thfrv  (hall  be  wet]  fupply'd,  and  fed 
With  living  ftreams  and  Hving  bread. 

5  [Blefs'd  areMjie  men  whofe  bowels  move, 
And  melt  with  fimpathy  and  love ; 
From  Chrift  the  Lord  (hall  they  obtain 
Like  fyropathy  and  love  again.  J 

6  [Blefs'd  are  the  pure,  whofe  hearts  are  clean, 
From  the  defiling  pow'r  of  hn  ; 
Witlvendlefs  pleafure  thev  mall  fee 

A  God  of  fpot lei's  purity.  J 

7  [Blefs'd  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 

V  ho  quench  the  coals  of  growing  ftrife  ; 
They  ihall  be  cail'd  the  heirs  of  biifs, 
The  fons  of  God,  the  God  of  peace.] 

8  [Blefs'd  are  the  fufPrers  who  partake 
Of  nam  and  fiiame  for  Jefus  f 

T  heir  fouls  fhali  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward.  ] 

HYMN    103.     Common  Metre, 
Not  ajha?'/ed  of  the  gsfpe!.  %  Timothy  i.  ia. 
1  I'M  not  amairr'd  to  own  my  Lord, 
1   Of  to  defend  his  cat  fe, 
Maintain  the  honor  of  h*s  word, 
The  ^Jory  cf  his  crofs. 


Book  i.]         HYMNS. 

a  Jefns,  my  God,  I  know  his  name, 
His  name  is  all  my  truft  ; 
Nor  will  he  put  my  foul  to  fhame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  loft. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promife  fl^pds, 

And  he  can  well  fecure 
What  }'ve  committed  to  his  hands, 
Till  the  decifive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthlefs  name 

Befote  his  Father's  face, 
And  in  the  dew  Jerufalem 
Appoint  my  fcul  a  place. 


HYMN    104.     Common  Metre, 
A  flate  of  nature  and  of  grace. 
1  Cor.  vi.  10, 11. 
OT  the  malicious  or  profane, 


*N 


The  wanton  or  the  proud, 
Nor  thieves,  nor  fland'rers  mail  obtain 
The  kingdom  of  our  God. 

a  Surprizing  grace  !  And  fuch  were  we 
By  nature  and  by  fin, 
Heirs  of  immortal  mifery, 
Unholy  and  unclean- 

3  But  we  are  wafH'd  in  Jefus'  blood, 

We're  pardon'd  thro'  his  name; 
-    And  the  good  Spirit  of  our  God 
Hath  fanclify'd  our  frame. 

4  O  for  a  perfevering  pow'r, 

To  keep  thy  juft  commands  ! 
We  would  defile  our  hearts  no  more, 
No  more  pollute  our  hands.   • 


74  HYMNS.  [Book  i. 

H  Y  M  N    105.     Common  Metre. 

Heaven  invifible  and  holy. 

1  Corinihians  ii.  9,  10.  Revelation  xxi.  zj. 

1  "TCT^'  ey|diath  feen,  nor  ear  has  heard, 
In    N01  (Wie  nor  rcafon  known, 
What  joys  tlie  Father  has  prepar'd 
For  thofethat  love  the  Son. 

a  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 
Reveals  a  heav'n  to  come; 
The  beams  of  glory  in  his  word, 
A  if  are  and  guide  us  home. 

3  Pure  ate  the  joys  above  the  {ky, 

And  all  the  region  peace ; 
No  wanton  lips,  nor  envious  eye, 
Can  fee  oftaile  the  bliis. 

4  Thofe  holy  gates  for  ever  bar 

Pollution,  fin,  and  fhame  : 
None  mail  retain  admittance  there, 
But  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

5  He  keeps  the  Father's  book  of  life, 

There  all  their  names  are  found  J 
The  hypocrite  in  vain  mall  drive 
To  tread  the  heav'nly  ground. 

1 

HYMN    106.     Short  Metre. 

Dead  to  fin  by  the  crofs  of  Ckrifis 
Rom.  vi.  i,2j  6. 

1  OH  ALL  we  go  on  to  lin 
^  Becaufe  thy  grace  abounds, 

Or  crucify  the  Lord  agaii , 
And  opeaali  his  .wounds  ! 


Boo*  i.]  H  Y  M  N  S.  75 

S  Forbid  it ,  mighty  God  ! 
Nor  let  it  e'er  be  faid, 

That  we,  whole  fins  are  crucify'a, 
Should  raife  them  from  the  dead. 

3  We  will  be  Haves  no  more, 
Since  Chrifr.  hath  made  us  free. 

Has  nail'd  our  tyrants  to  his  crofc, 
And  bought  our  liberty. 

HYMN    107.    Long  Metre. 

The  fall  and  recovery  of  man  ;  or>  Chrift  and  Sa- 
tan at  enmity. 

Gen.  iii.  1, 15, 17.    Gal.iv.  4.    Col.  ii.  15, 


*D 


ECEIV'D  by  fubtje  fnares  of  hell, 
Adam,  our  head,  our  father  fell, 
When  Satan  in  the  ierpenthid, 
Propos'd  the  fruit  that  God  forbid. 


a  Death  was  the  threat'ning— Death  begaa 
To  take  poffefrton  cf  the  man  ; 
His  unborn  race  receiv'd  the  wound, 
And  heavy  curfes  frnote  the  ground. 

3  But  Satan  found  a  worfe  reward  ; 
Thus  faith  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord, 
"  Let  ever'aiting  hatred  be 
"Betwixt the  woman's  feed  and  thee. 

4  "  The  woman's  feed  (hall  be  my  -on  ; 
"  He  frail  deftroy  whai  thr.v  hai>  c:one  ; 
"  Shall  bro?.k  thy  head,  and  only  feel 

"  1  by  malice  rag''n£  at  his  heel." 

5  [He  fpake  ;  and  bid  fonr  fhoufami  yesrg 
Roll  en  ; — at  length  his  -ton  appears ; 
Angels  with  joy  dei'cerd  to  c".r:h. 

And  fing  the  young  Redeemer's  birth. 


76  HYMNS.  [Book  i. 

6  Lo,  by  the  fons  of  hell  he  dies  ; 
But  as  he  hung  'twixt  earth  and  fides, 
lie  gave  their  prince  a  fatal  blow, 
And  iriumph'd  o'er  the  pow'rs  below.^ 

HYMN    1 08.     Short  Metre, 
Chrljl  unfeen  and  beloved* 
1  Pet.  i.  8. 
1  ^OT  with  our  mortal  eyes 
A^   Have  we  beheld  the  Lord, 

Yet  we  rejoice  to  hear  his  name, 
And  love  him  in  his  word, 
a  On  earth  we  want  the  fight 
Of  our  Redeemer's  face, 

Yet,  Lord,  our  inmoft  thoughts  delight 
To  dwell  upon  thy  grace- 
3  And  when  we  tafte  thy  love> 
Our  joys  divinely  grow 

Unfpeakable,  like  thofe  above, 
And  heav'n  begins  below. 

HYMN    109.    Long  Metre. 
TbevalusofChri/l  and  his  rightemfnefi* 
Phil.  iii.  7,  9. 
I  "NJO  more,  my  God,  I  boafl  no  more 
*■      Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done  % 
I  quit  the  hopes  J  held  before, 
To  truft  the  merits  or  thy  Son. 
1  Now  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name, 

What  was  my  gain,  I  count  my  Iofs  ; 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  fhame, 
^nd  nail  my  glory  to  his  crofs. 
d  !  muft  and  will  efteem 
lings  but  lofs,  for  Jeius'  fake ; 
O  ni..    ;ny  <oui  be  found  in  him, 
And  o.  Jiis  righteoufnefs  partake  I 


Book  i.]  HYMNS.  77 

4  The  beft  obedience  of  my  hands 

Dares  not  appear  befoie  thy  throne ; 
Bet  faith  can  anfvver  thy  demaods, 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done- 

HYMN    no.     Common  Metre. 
Death  and  immediate  glory. - 
%  Cor.  v.  1,  5 — 8. 
1  HHHERE  is  a  houfe  not  made  with  hands, 
■*•    EternaSand  on  high  ; 
And  here  rnv  fpirit  waiting  (lands  > 
Till  God  mall  bid  it  fly. 
a  Shortly  this  prifon  of  my  clay 
Mall  be  difTolv'd  and  fall; 
Then,  O  my  foul,  with  joy  obey 
Thy  heav'nly  Father's  call. 

3  *Tis  he,  by  his  almighty  grace, 

That  forms  thee  fit  for  heav'n  ; 
And,  as  an  earned  of  the  place, 
Has  his  own  Spirit  giv'n. 

4  We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come  ; 

Faith  lives  upon  his  word  ; 
But  while  the  body  is  our  home* 
We're  abfent  from  the  Lord. 

5  'Tis  pleafant  to  believe  ».hy  grace, 

But  we  had  rather  fee  ; 
,  We  would  be  abftnt  from  the  flefh> 
And  prefent,  Lord  with  thee. 

HYMN    in.     Common  Metre. 

Salvation  by  grace.     Titus  Hi.  3—7. 
I  TT    ORD,  weconfefs  our  num'rous  faults, 
(_X-i  How  great  our  guilt  has  been  ; 
Foolifh  and  vain  were  a  1  our  thoughts, 
And  all  our  lives  were  fin. 


78  HYMNS.  [Booki. 

2  Put.,  O  my  foul!  for  ever  piaife, 

For  ever  love  his  name  j 
Who  tui  a  from  dang'rous  ways 

Of  folly,  fin,  and  frame"] 

3  [' T is  not  by  works  of  rishteonfnefs 

Which  our  Own  hands  have  done; 
But  we  are  favTd  by  foVreiari  grate, 
Abounding  thro'  his  Son.] 

4  'Tis  from  the  mercy  of  our  God 

That  ali  our  ho; 
-    'Ti<?  by  the  water  and  t'e  blood, 
Our  fools  are  waOYd  from  (in. 

5  'Tis  thro*  the  puvchafe  of  his  death*' 

Who  hung  upon  the 
1  he  Spirit  is  lent  d&xftto  to  breathe 

On  fuch  thy  bones  as  we. 

C  Rais'd  from  the  dead,  we  live  anew ; 
Andjujrjfy'd  ; 
We  (hail  appear  in  pjory  NJo, 
Andke  our  Fathers  hcc. 


HYMN    U2.     Common  M^tre. 

Tbr  Vrazek  !  a,  Looking  to  jrfus. 

John  iii.  rj,  i$. 

I  OO  did  the  F  phet  raife 

^  The  J  tent  hi,;!]  ; 

The  wounded  f  iv  itmnediateesife* 
The  camp  forbore  to  die. 
%  "  Look  upward  in  the  dying  hour, 
"  And  !ive,?>  Jie  prophet  cries  ; 
But  (Thrift  pet  forms  a  nobler  cure, 
When  faith  lifts  up  her  eyes. 


Book  i.]  H  Y  M  N  S. 

3  High  on  the  crofs  rhe  Saviour  hung, 

;n  trie  heav  nshereigqs ; 
Here  fianerjs,  cy  th*  oJd  feromt  ftuog, 
took,  and  forget  their  pain?., 

4  When  God's  own  Son  is  lifted  up, 

A  dying  world  revives  : 
The  Jew  beholds  the  glorious  hope, 
Th5  expiring  Gentile  lives. 

HYMN    113.     Common  Metre, 

Abraham's  bkjji,ng  o?i  the  GsriUcs. 
Gen.  xvii.  7.     Rom.  xv.  8.     Mark  X   14, 
I  TTOW  large  the  promife  !   how  divine, 
.O.  To  ^.bra'am  and  his  feed  ! 
"  Til  he  a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 
l<  Supplying  all  their  need.'* 

a  The  word?  of  hi?  extenfoc  1075 

From  age  to  age  endure; 
,    The  angel  of  the  co'v'pant  proves, 

And  feals  the  bailing  Cure. 

3  Jefus  the  ancient  fa»th  confirm?, 

To  onr  great  father's  giv"n  ; 
Ke  takes  young  children  to  his  arm??, 
And  calls  thena  heirs  of  heav  n. 

4  Onr  God  i  how  faithful  are  his  ways ! 

His  love  endure?  the  0mfi  ; 
Kor  from  the  promife  of  his  grace 
Blots  out  his  children's  name. 

HYMN     114.     Common  Metre. 
Th?  feme.    Rom.  xi.  16, 17. 
1  /^ENTILES  by  ratu'e.  we  belong 
J  To  the  wild  olive-wood  ; 
Grace  taker,  iss  from  the  barren  lv$e? 
And  grafts  us  in  thegoccL 
Q  2 


8o  H  Y  M  N  S.  [Book  r. 

a  With  the  fame  bleflings,  grace  endows 
The  Gentile  and  the  Jew  ; 
li    'ire  and  holy  be  the  root, 
<«    Sud   :'re  the  branches  too. 

3  Then  let  thr  children  of  the  faints 

Be  dedicate  to  Ood  ! 
Pour  out  thy  Spirit  on  them,  Lord! 
And  waft  them  in  thy  blood. 

4  Thus  to  the  parents  and  their  feed 

Shall  thy  falvation  com*:, 
And  num'rous  houfeholds  meet  at  Iaffc 
In  one  eternal  home. 

HYMN    115.     Common  Metre.  ^ 

Conviction  of  Jin  by  the  la<w. 
Rom.  vii.  8,  9,    4,  24. 

1   T    ORD,  how  fecure  my  confcience  was, 
jL»   And  felt  no  inward  dread  ! 
I  was  alive  without  the  law, 

And  thought  my  fins  were  dead. 

a  My  hopes  of  heav'n  were  firm  and  bright ; 
But  fince  the  precept  came 
With  a  convincing  pow'r  and  light, 
I  find  how  vile  I  am. 

3  [My  guilt  appear'd  but  fmall  before, 

Till  terribly  I  faw 
How  perfect,  holy,  juft,  and  pure, 
Was  thine  eternal  law. 

4  Then  felt  my  foul  the  heavy  load, 

My  fins  reviv'd  again  ; 
I  had  provok'd  a  dreadful  God, 
And  all  my  hopes  were  flain.jj 


Book  i.]  H  Y  M  N.S.  Si 

5  I'm  like  the  helplefs  captive  fold 

Under  the  pow'r  of  fin  ; 
I  cannot  do  the  good  I  would? 
Nor  keep  my  confeience  clean. 

6  My  God,  I  cry  with  ev'ry  Lrearh, 

For  lorry-  kind  pow'r  to  lave, 
To  break  the  yoke  of  iin  and  death* 
And  thus  redeem  the  {lave. 

HYMN    116.     Long  Metre. 

Love  to  God  and  our  neighbor. 

Matt   xxii",  37 — 40. 

1  'T'KUS  faith  the  firft,  the  areat  command, 

A    "  Let  all  rhy  inward  pow'rs  unite 
"  Ta  1qVC  thy  Makei  and  thy  God. 
if  With  utmolt  vigor  and  delight. 

2  u  Then  ihall  thy  neighbor  next  in  place 
<{  Share  thine  affections  and  cfleem  ; 

<•  And  Let  thy  kindnefs  to  thyfelf 
"  Meafure  and  rule  thy  love  to  him." 

3  This  is  the  fenfe  that  Mofes  fpoke, 
This  did  the  prophets  preach  and  prove  j 
For  want  of  this  the  aw  is  broke, 

And  the  whole  law's  fulfil'd  by  love. 

4  But  O  how  bafe  oar  pa/lions  are  ! 
How  cold  ourchariry  and  z?al ! 
Lord,  fill  cur  fouls  with  heav'nfy  fire, 
Or  we  mall  ne'er  perform  thy 

HYMN     117.     Long  Metre.    ,» 
EkcTionfovereign  and  free. 
Rom.  ix.  ai— 14. 

1  ["REHOLD  the  potter  and  the  clay, 
|_       He  form-  his  veiTels  as  he  pleafej 
Such  is  our  God,  an .1  fuch  are     c 
The  fubjccls  of  his  high  decrees. 


8a  hymns:        [Book  *• 

a  Doth  not  the  workman's  pow'r  extend 
O'er  all  the  mafs,  which  part  to  choofe, 
And  mould  it  for  a  nobler  end, 
And  which  to  leave  for  viler  ufe  ?] 

3  May  not  the  fov' reign  Lord  on  hi^h 

Difpenfe  his  favors  as  he  will  ; 
Choofe  fome  to  Jifei  while  others  die, 
And  yet  be  juft  and  gracious  ftili  ? 

4  [What,  if  to  make  his  terror  known, 

He  lets  his  patience  long  endure, 
Suff'ring  vile  rtbdsto  goon 

And  fea!  their  own  defb  uclion  fore. 

5  What  if  he  means  to  (hew  his  ^rzee, 

And  his  electing  love  employs, 
Tc  mark  out  fome  of  mortal  race, 

And  form  them  fit  for  heav'nly  joys  ?3 

6  Shall  man  reply  againfr.  the  Lord, 

And  call  his  Maker's  ways  anjuft, 
The  thunder  of  his  dreadful  woid 
Can  cru(h  a  thoufand  workfa  to  dufc ! 

7  Eat,  O  my  foul,  if  truths  fo  bright 

Should  dazzle  and  confound  thy  fight, 
Yet  ftiii  his  written  will  obey, 
And  wait  the  great  decifive  day. 
%  Then  (hail  he  make  his  juftice  known,, 
And  the  whole  world  before  his  throaty 
With  joy  or  terror  fhall  confefs, 
The  glory  of  his  righteoufriefs. 
HYMN    ii  8.     Short  Metre. 
Mtfes  and  Chrifi ;  or,  Sins  againjl  the  law  and 

GofpeL  John  i.  17.  Heb.iii.3,5>6.andx.2M9« 
X  npHE  law  by  Mofes  came, 

A    But  peace,  and  truth,  and  love, 
Were  brought  by  Chriit  (a  oobkr  name) 
Defcsuding  from  above. 


Book  i.]  H  Y  M  N  S.  83 

a  Amidfl  the  houfe  of  God 

Their  diff 'rent  works  were  done  j 
Mofes  a  faithful  fervant  ftood> 
But  Chrift  a  faithful  Son. 

3  Then  to  his  new  commands 
Be  Uriel  obedience  paid  ; 
O'er  all  his  Father's  houfe  he  ftasda 
rJ  hefov'reign  and  the  head. 

*  The  man  that  durfl  defpife 

The  Jaw  that  Mofes  brought, 
Behold  !  how  terribly  he  dies 
For  his  prefomptuQus  fault. 

5  But  forer  vengeance  falk 
On  that  rebellious  race, 

Who  Hate  to  hear  wher.  jefas  calls, 
And  dare  refill  his  grace. 

HYMN    119.     Common  Metre. 

Tkedijferentfuccefs  of  the  grfpel. 
1  Cor.  i.  23,  44.    2  Cor.  ii.  16.    1  Cor.  Hi.  6,  ?. 

1  f~*  HEIST  and  his  crofs  is  all  our  theme  $ 
V-*  The  mift'ries  that  we  fpeak 
iirefcandal  in  the  Jew's  eileem, 
And  folly  to  the  Greek. 

3,  But  fouls  enlighten  *d  from  above 
With  jefy  receive  the  word  ; 
They  fee  what  v.ifdom,  pow'r,  aad  loTe* 
Shines  in  their  dying  Lord. 

3  The  vital  favour  of  his  name 
Reftores  their  fainting  breath  ; 
But  unbelief  perverts  the  fama 
1  o  guilt,  defpair>  anti  dcah. 


84  HYMNS.  [Book  i. 

js  TlU^jJ  clifTuic  his  graces  down}< 
Like  fhow'rs  of  hi:av'nly  rain, 
In  vain  Appollos  fbws  the  ground, 
And  Paul  may  plant  in  vain. 

HYMN    1 20.     Common  Metre. 
Faith  of  things  wif. 
Heb.  xi.  1,  3,  8,  10. 
1  "pATTH  is  the  brighjefl  evidence 
JJ    Of  things  beyond  our  fight, 
Breaks  thro'  the  clouds  of  flefh  r.ndfenfe, 
And  dwells  in  hcat'nly light. 

a  It  fets  times  pad  in  prefent  view, 
Brings  diftant  nrrfpecls  home, 
Of  things  a  thoufand  years  ago, 
•    -  Or  thoufand  years  to  come. 

3  Bv  faith  we  know  the  worlds  were  made, 

By  God's  almighty  word  ; 
Ah;  a'm  to  unknown  countries  1   e 
By  faith  obey'd  the  Lord. 

4  He  fought  a  city  fair  and  high, 

Built  by  th*  eternal  hands  ; 
And  faith  affures  us,  tho'  we  die, 
That  heav'nly  building  Hands. 

HYMN     1 2 1 ".     Common  Metre. 

Children  devoted  to  God. 
Gen.  xvii.  7,  10.     A|fls  xvi.  14,  15,  33. 
(For  ihqfi  who  prafifi/e infani-baptifm.) 
1  npH'JS  faith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 
x     *  I'll  be  a  God-to  thee; 
"  I'll  b''efs  thy  num'rous  race,  and  they 
"Shall  be  a  feed  for  me-" 


hoo  -  m  n  s.  s 

z  Abra'm  believ'd  the  prngjis'd  grace, 
And  gave  his  fons  to  Gorl  ; 
B-r  water  L-ais  the  bi tiling  m 
I  once  was  feal'ci  wu 
3  Thus  Lydia  fanclhfy'd  her  houfe, 
eft  ilie  recciv'd  'he  word  ; 
Thus  the  believing  jaiior  gave 
His  houfehojd  to  tli 
4.  Tims  later  faints,  eternal  King  ! 
;  ancient  truths  embrace  ; 
To  thee  their  infant  offspring  bring, 
And  humbly  claim  thy  giace. 

HYMN    122.     Long  Metre. 
Believers  buried  with  Chrijf  in  haptifm* 
Romans  vi.  3,  &c. 
1  TX  O  we  not  know  that  folcrpn  word,  e 

jLJ   That  we  are  bury'd  with  the  Lord  ; 

Baptis'd  into  his  death,  and  then 

Put  off  the  body  of  our  fin. 
a  Our  fouls  receive  diviner  breaih, 

R  : i s ' d  from  corruption,  guilt,  and  death  : 

So  from  the  grave  did  Chrift  a 

And  lives  to  God  above  the  fides. 
3  No  more  let  fin  or  Satan  reign 

Over  our  mortal  flefh  again  ; 

The  various  iufis  we  ferv  o  before, 

Shall  have  dominion  now  no  more. 

HYMN    123.     Common  Metre. 
The  repenting  prodigal. 
Luke  xv.  rj,  13,  &c. 
I  TDliHOLD  the  wretch  whofe  luit  andwine, 
-*-*  Ffad  wafted- his  efrate, 
He  begs  a  mare  amongft  the  Swine, 
To  tafte  the  haflss  they  eat  1 


S6  HYMNS.  [Boos 

a  '•  I  c'e  v 'ich  hunger  here,"  he  cries, 
"  1  ftarve  in  for -:£0  lane's  ; 
"  i  r/s  houfe  hah  large  fuppliea, 

*;  And  bounteous  are  his  hands. 

3  I'll  go,  and  with  ?_  mournful  tongue 

all  down  before  his  lace  ; 
u  Rather,  I've  done  thyjulrice  wrong) 
<f  Nor  can  deferve  thy  grace." 

4  He  faid,  ard  hrften'd  to  his  home, 

f  o  feefc  his  Father's  love  ; 
The  father  faw  the  rebel  come, 
And  :  isrels  move. 

5  He  ran,  and  fell  upon  hie  neck, 

Em!  kifs'd  his  fon  ; 

The  rebel's  heart  with  furrow  brake, 
p         For  follies  he  had  done. 

6  "  Take  off  his.  qlothes,  offhame  and  fin,9* 

(The  father  gives  command) 
Drete  him  in  garments  whits  and  clean* 
With  rings  adorn  his  hand. 

7  "  A  day  of  reading  I  ordain  ; 

"  f.ct  r-lrth  and  joy  abound  ; 
"My  fon  was  dead,  and  lives  again, 
•J  Was  loft,  and  now  is  found." 

H  Y  M  N    1 24.     Long  Metre, 

Thsfirjl  andficond  Ada?n. 

-ttcm.v.  12,  Sic. 

1  TTVEEP  in  the  dnft  before  thy  throne, 
*-^  Our  guilt  and  our  cfrfgtace  we  own  ; 
Great* God !  we  own  th*  unhappy  nair.e. 
Whence  fiUUD^cui;  nature,  and  cur  (hame. 


Book  i.]  H  Y  M  N  S. 

a  Adam,  thefimicti  At  his  fa!!, 
Deathjike  a  conn'rcr.  &\tfd  a?  all; 
A  tiicr.lan'i  rie,w-born  babes  are  dead, 
By  fatal  union  to  tl-eir  head. 

3  But  wtfUft  cur  f^irits,  Gil'd  with  awe, 
.«  hoi  J  the  terrors  of  thy  law, 

We  Zing  the  honors  of  thy  grace, 
That  fentto  fare  our  ruin'd  race. 

4  We  Gng  thine  everlafling  Son, 
Who  joined  our  nature.to  his  own  5 
Adam  the  fecond,  from  the  duit 
Raifes  the  ruins  of  the  firlt. 

5  [By  the  rebellion  of  one  man 
Thro*  ail  his  feed  the  mifchief  ran % 
And  by  one  man's  obedience  now 
Are  all  his  f^ed  made  righteous  too. 

6  Where  fin  did  reign  and  dead?  abound, 
There  have  the  Tons  of  Adam  fouu'd 
Abounding  h'fe  ;  there  glorious  grace 
Reigns  thio1  the  Lord  cur  rightcoufnefs.  J 

HYMN    125.     Common  Metre. 

ChrijVs  companion  to  the  weak  dm  tempted. 

Heb.  iv.  i.?,  16,  and  v.  7.    Malt.  xii.  ao. 

1  TTTITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
V  V    Of  our  High  Pdeft  above'  { 
His  heart  i?  ma  ie  of  tendemefs, 
His  bowels  melt  with  love. 

a  Touch'd  with  a  fympathy  within, 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 
He  knows  what  fore  teeiptatipns  mean* 
For  he  has  fek  the  fame. 


S8  HYMNS,  [Book  i. 

3  But  fpotlefs,  innocent,  and  pure, 
>.  he  great  Redeemer  flood, 
While  Sa';<n:.;  f?ry  darts  he  bore, 
And  did  lehic  to  blood. 

4^  He  in  the  days  of  feeble  tiefh 

Poar  d  oui  his  cries  and  tears*  ' 

And  in  his  meafuce  feels  afreih 
What  every  member  bears; 

5  [He'll  never  quench  the  fmoking  flax. 

But  raife  it  to  a  flame  ; 
The  bruifed  reed  he  never  breaks, 
Nor  fcorns  the  meantft  name. 3 

6  Then  let  our  humble  faith  addrefs 

His  mercy  and  his  pow'-r, 
We  'hail  obtain  delivering  grace 
In  the  diflreihnv;  hour. 
I 
HYMN    126.     Long  Metre. 

Charity  and  uncharitabknefs \ 

Romans xiv.  17,  19.     1  Corinthians  x  32. 

1  *M"OT  different  food,  nor  difPrent  drefs, 
IN   Compofe  the  kingdom  of  our  Lord  ; 
But  peace,  and  joy,  and  righteoufnefs, 
Faith,  and  obedience  to  his  word. 

a  When  weaker  chriftians  we  defpife, 
We  do  the  gofpel  mighty  wrong ; 
For  God  the  gracious  and  the  wife, 
Receives  the  feeble  with  theitrong. 

3  Let  pride  and  wrath  be  baniuVd  hence, 
Meeknefs  and  love  our  fouls  purfue ; 
Nor  (hall  our  practice  give  offence 
To  famts,  the  Gentile  or  the  Jew. 


Book  i.]  H  Y  M  N  S.  89 

HYMM     127.     Long  Metre. 

Chrifl's  invitation  t&fitihersi  or,  Humility  and 
pride.  Matt.  xi.  28 — 30. 

£  cc  pOMK  hither,  all  ye  weary  fouls, 
"  Ye  heavy  laden  finr.ers  come; 
*'  I'll  give  you  reft  from  all  your  toils, 
M  And  raife  you  to  my  heay'nly  home. 

a  u  They  mall  find  reft  that  lea?n  of  me; 
"  I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind ; 
"  But  paflion  rages  like  the  lea, 
And  pride  is  reftlefs  as  the  wind. 

3  <f  Bleft  is  the  man  whole  fhoulders  take 
"  My  yoke, 'and  bear  it  with  delight; 
*'  My  y'.ke  is  eafy  to  his  neck, 

"  My  grace  fhali  make  the  burden  light." 

4.  Jefus,  we  come  at  thy  command; 

With  faith  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal, 
Refign  our  fpirits  to  thy  hand, 
To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 

HYMN    128.     Long  Metre. 

TJk  ~pnJlhs  'cotnmijjioni  or,  The  go/pel  atiefiedby 
miracles. 

Mark  xvi.  15,  Sec.    Matt,  xxviii.  18,  &c. 

1"  /">0  preach  my  gofpel,"  faith  the  Lord, 

"  Bid  the  whoie  earth  my  grace  receive; 
■"  He  mall  be  fav'd  that  trulls  my  word ; 
"  He  iha!l  be  damn'd  that  won't  believe. 

*  "  [I'll  make~^our  great  commifiion  known, 
"  And  ye  (hai!  prove  my  gofpel  true, 
"*  By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done, 
**  By  all  the  wonders  ye  mail' do, 


00  HYMN  S.  [Book:  if 

3  u  Co  htd  the  flck,  £o  r?ire  the  d*%?, 
''  ( fo  raft  out  devils  in  my  name; 
"  Ncr  lit  my  prophet*  be  afV$d, 
"  ThoJ  Greeks  reproach,  ami  Jews  hlafpheme.] 

>j  "  Teach  ail  the  rations  my  command? 5 
"  I'm  with  you  till  the  Wdrld  iha'l  end; 
if  A  fi  pew'r  is  trofted  in  my  hands, 
"  I  can  deftroyi  and  can  defend ." 

5  Kefpake,  and  light  (hone  round  his  head; 
On  a  bright  cioudtoheav'n  he  rode: 
"■  hey  =.o  the  farther!  nations  fpread 
The  grace  of  their  afcending  God. 

HYMN    129.     Long  Metre. 

Sul'.vijjion  and  deliverance;  or,  Abraham  ojferkg 
khfjn. 

Genefis  xxii.  6,  &c. 

1  O  ATNTS*  at  your  heav'nly  Father'?  word 
^  Give  up  your  comforts  to  the  Lord; 
Fie  (hall  reftore  what  you  rengii, 

Or  I  rgs  more  divine.  . 

1  So  Abra'rn  with  obedient  hand 
Led  I-  .>  tj  t  God's  'command ; 

'I  he  wood,  the  fire,  the  knife,  he  took, 
His  arm  prepar'd  the  dreadful  ftroke. 

3  "  Abva'm  forbear,"  the  angel  cry'd, 

hy  faith  is  known,  thv  love  is  try'd: 
"Tlr  .k-ed 

"  Shall  -  h  be  blefs'd  indeed/' 

4  Juft  in  rh :  laft  diil'.-ifTmg  hour, 
The  Lord  displays  delivering  pew'r; 


Th<  n\on^\  of  danger  is  thcplaee 
Where  we  fiiatjfee  furpritins  grace, 


Book  i.]  H  Y  M  N  S.  91 

K  Y  M  N    130.     Lone  Metre. 
Love  and  hatred. 
Phil.  ii.  a.     Eph,  iv.  30,  &c. 
t  XJOW  by  the  bowels  of my  r 

By  his  Ian:  groans  hij  dkytog  pjoodj, 
1  char**  my  foul  t  ;  Jp^Q  tbs  ft  :  ts. 

a  Clamour,  aed  w!a.:h,aad  war  begGoe* 
^  Envy  and  ipleo  for  ever  c* 
I  Let  bitter  v/ordsnp:: 

■  Am  >ngil  ta.e  fai&ts,  she  :  atej; 

I   Hie  Spirit,  like  a  pe  *e» 

Flies  from  *he  realms  of  noife  and  ftn&£ 
JjWhy  fnouid  we  vex  and  grieve  hip  love, 
^vho  ieais  bar  foals  10  heav'n'y  life? 
4  Tender  and  kind  be  ajl  our  thought; 

TErp3  all  our  lives  let  mercy  run  ; 
1  So  Sod  forgives  car  nurn'Yo^  fiuU$, 
.  For  the  dear  lake  of  Car  lit  his  Son. 

HYMN   131,    iongMetre. 

2Tias  Pbarifee  and  the  Publican* 

Luke  xviii.  ;c,  I  c, 

I  t>EHOLT>hovJ» Bw<  >■■■:, 

',J3  The  ftoffcp  and  PManfeef    = 
i  One  d<  .h^ouineis  proclaim^ 

The  other  owns  his  guiit  and  fhaoie. 

\  This  man  at  humble  diftance  ftanris, 
And  cries  for  grace  with  lifted  hands; 
:  boldly  nfes  near  the  thtoiie, 

■  And  talks  of  dudes  fceJaath  d^fis* 


^z  HYMNS.  [Book 

3  The  Lord  their  difPrent  language  knows, 
And  diff  rent  anfwers  he  beitows; 

1  he  humble  foul  with  grace  he  crowns, 
Whiie  on  the  proud  his  anger  frowns. 

4  Dear  Father,  let  me  never  be 
Join  d  with  the  boafting  Pharifee; 
I  have  no  merits  of  my  own, 

But  plead  the  fufFrings  of  thy  Son. 

HYMN    132.     Long  Metre. 
Holbjcfs  and  grace.    Titus  ii.  10 — 13. 
1   CO  let  our  lips  and  lives  exprefs 
O  The  holy  gofpel  we  profefs; 
So  let  onr  works  and  virtoes  mine,  ^ 

To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

a  Thus  (hall  we  beft  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  faviour  God; 
When  the  falvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  fubdues  the  pow'r  of  fin. 

3  Our  fiefli  and  fenfe  muft  be  deny'd, 
Paflion  and  envy,  luft  and  pride; 

While  juftice,  ttmp'rance,  truth  and  love, 
Our  inward  piety  improve. 

4  Reiirion  bears  our  fpirits  up, 
While  we  expect  that  blefied  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  fiands  leaning  on  his  word. 

HYMN   133.     Common  Metre. 
Love  and  charity. 
1  Cor.  xiii.  a — 7,  13. 
iTET  Phartfees  of  high  eiV-em 
4-1  Th«         -h  and  zeal  declare, 
All  t  iob  is  a  dream, 

If  iove  be  wanting  there. 


Book  r.J  HYMNS.  95 

%  Love  fufFers  long  with  patient  eye, 
Nor  i?  provok'd  in  hafte; 
She  lets  the  p relent  in]  ry  die, 
And  long  forgets  the  paft. 

3  [Malice  and  rage,  thofe  fires  of  hell, 

She  quenches  with  her  tongue, 
Hopes,  an  1  believes,  and  thinks  no  ill, 
"  Though  me  endures  the  wrong.] 

4  [She  nor  defires  nor  feeks  to  know 

The  fcandals  of  the  time; 
Nor  looks  with  pride  on  thofe  below, 
Nor  envies  thofe  that  climb."] 

;j  She  lays  her  own  advantage  by 
To  feek  her  neighbor's  good; 
So  God's  OWn  Son  came  down  to  die7 
And  bought  our  lives  with  blood. 

6  Love  is  the  grace  that  keeps  her  powyr 
in  all  the  realms  above; 
Thsre  faith  and  hope  are  known  no  more* 
Bat  faints  for  ever  love. 

H  Y  M  N    134.     Long  Metre. 

Religion  vain  without  love. 

1  Cor.  xiii.  1 — 3. 

j  ILIAD  r  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews-, 
I     ■*• 1   And  nobler  fpeecb  than  aagels  ufey 
If  love  be  abfenr,  I  am  found 
Like  tinkling  brafs,  an  empty  found. 

I  »  Were  I  infpiF'd  to  preach  and  tell 
AH  that  is  done  in  heav'n  and  hell; 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove. 
Still  I  am  nothing  without  iove. 


94  H  Y  M  N  S.  [Book  V 

3  Should  I  diAribu*e  all  rny  ftore 
To  feed  the:  :  :or, 
Or  give  r.                   tfe«  frame 

To  gain  a  martyr  s  glorious  Eanse : 

4  It  e  -d  men 

i'^st,  all  :  $re  v;iin: 

Nor  toij  r.or  fi'ry  zeal, 

The  work  of  iovg  can  e'ei  fulfil. 

K  Y  M  N   135.     Long  Metre. 

iThe  love  of  Cb'ifijhed  alroad  in  the  heart. 

Epn.  iii.  16,  v.r. 

1   ^  OMK,  deaf  eft  Lord,  defc&jd  and  dwell 
V>s  jFW  faith  and  k  t(tj 

Then  fhafl  we  1  feci 

is'd. 

s  Gome,  nil  our  hearts  with  in .  *<&, 

M#;cou, 
And  jearn  the  height,  sni  breadth,  and  1 
.    Of  thil  durable  g¥a« 

3  Nov/  to  the  v.:  .do 

More  thsrn  ear  thoughts  arid  v/I'hes  kncr£'> 
Be  everla'tiapr  honors  dene 

By  all  tik  ft  his  Son, 

HYMN  1 36.     Common  Metre. 

Sincerity  an  J  fiypccnfy;  or,  .F0/7 

John  iv.  34.  PI  5  x  j. 

I  £%<$&  is  a  fphif,  j. 

^-*  He  fees  our  mn^&jmml; 

In  vain  to 
And  leu  •   -* 


T.oo::  i.]  H  Y  M  N  S, 

%  Nothing  hue  truth  before  his  throne 
With  hofltoi  Cr.u  appear; 
The  painted  hwaotrttea  are  known 
'faro'  tlic  di^uife  they  wear. 

3  Their  lifted  eves  fa  late  the  ikies, 

Their  bending  knees  the  ground: 
But  God  abhor-  the  jfaorific&§ 
Where  nt*  the  heart  is  found. 

4  Lord,  Inarch  ray  vho'ts.  ard  try  my  ways* 

Arid  make  my  foul  fincere; 

Ti3tn%|l  I  Hand  before  thyfaee, 
And  find  acceptance  there. 

II  Y  M  N  137.     Long  Metre. 

Salvation  by  grace  in  ChrijU 

a  Tim.  i.9,  10. 

1  "fJQW  to  the  pow'r  of  God  fuprerne 

Et  e«erlarb*rig  honors  giv'n  ; 
lie  f V.ves  (rem  heii  (webleishis  name) 
He  calls  our  vand'ringfeetto  hcav'n. 

2  Not  fur  our  duties  or  defcrts, 

Bur.  of  his  own  abounding  grace, 
He  wort  m  ia .our  hearts, 

And  forms  a  people  for  his  prgife. 

3  'Twasdris  own  purpofethat  begun 

To  rel'irue  rebels  doom'd  to  die; 

lie  g  ice  in  Cbnrthis  Son, 

Before  heipread  the  ftanyfey. 

4  Jci'us  the  herd  appears  at  lait, 

And  makes  his  Father's  counfels  known; 
Dee'ares  the  great  tran&elmiK  pall:, 
And  brings  iamoctai  biefHngs  down. 

C3 


H  V  M  N  S.  i-3ooK  i. 


5  He  dies;  and  in  that  dreadful  night 
Did  all  the  pow  rs  of  hell  deftrov; 
Riling,  he  brought  our  heav'n  to  light, 
And  took  pofTeflion  of  the  joy. 

H  Y  M  N  138.     Common  Metre. 

Saints  in  the  hands  of  Chr/J?. 

John  x.  28,  29. 

x  "C'IRM  as  the  earth  thy  gofpel  ftands, 
X-    My^Lor  ',  my  hope,  my  truil; 
If  I  am  found  in  Jefus-  hands, 
My  foul  can  ne'er  be  loft. 

a  His  honor  is  engag'd  tofave 
Thefneaneft  of  his  iheep; 
All  that  his  heav'nly  Father  gave 
His  hands  fecurely  keep. 

3  Nordeath  nor  hell  Ihall  e'er  remove 
His  fav'ritcs  from  his  bread ; 
In  the  dear  bofom  of  his  love 
They  muft  for  ever  reft. 


H  Y  M  N    139.     Long  Metre. 

tenant;  or,  God  s  pre 

unchangeable \ 

Hebrews  vi.  17 — 19- 


Hop?  in  the  covenant;  or,  God  s  promife  and  truth 
unchangeable* 


1  TTOW  oft  have  (in  and  Satan  ft  rove 

JL  JL  To  rend  my  foul  from  thee  my  God  : 
Buteverlafting  is  thy  love, 

r.n d  Jciu^ieals  it  with  his  blood. 

2  The  oath  and  promife  of  the  Lord, 

Join  to  confirm  the  wondrous  gr;ce; 
Eternal  pow  r  performs  the  word. 
And  tills  all  heav'n  wjth  endleis  praife. 


Book  u]  H  Y  M  N  S.  97 

-  A  mid  it  tetoftfatiofls  iharpand  lopg, 

My  foul  to  this  dear  refuse  flies j 

Hopf  is  my  anchor  (irm  and  ftrong, 

:  npefts  blow,  ana  bii!ov;s  rife, 

4  Th  l»7  fuirus  up; 

A  faithful  and  ur.cranging  God 
Lays  ion  lor  my  hope, 

In  paths,  and  propi{b$,  and  blood. 

H  Y  IV!  N   140.     Common  Metre,   - 

A  living  and  dead  faith. 

Collected  from  feveral  fcriptures. 

,  Ti  T1ST>\KEN  fouls  that  dream  ofheav'n, 
i.Vt  And  make  their  empty  boait 
Of  inyvard  joys,  and  fins  forgiv'n, 
Whiie  they  are  (l-ues  to  luft. 

%  Vain  are  cur  fancies,  airy  flights, 

If  faith  be  cold  ansi  deadj 

Nope  but  a  living  pow'r  unites 

To  Chriit  the  living  head. 

5  '  r  »at  changes  all  the  hear-t? 

-is  by  love 5 
Thai  finfttl  joys  depart, 

.  An.  -  thoughts  above-. 

-  conquers  earth  and  hell 
'  a!  pow  1  : 
This  is  the  grace  that  thall  prevail 

in  thedealive  hoar. 

1  [Faith  m  uft  ob;-y  her  Father's  will, 
As  wcli  as  trull;  hi?  grace; 
$.  pard'ning  God  is  jealous  iliil 
■  his  own  holin.fs. 


H  Y  M  N  S.  [Boor:  i. 

6  When  from  th^curfe  be  fets  o<:  free, 

He  mikes  our  nauires  cle:n; 
Not  w  -»iM  he  (end  his  Son  to  be 
The  mirtifber  of  fin; 

7  His  Spirit  purifies  onr  fnmc, 

A  ltd  fols  our  pence  with  Gcd: 
Jv.'jVrs   and  i->!'.  falvatifyn  came 
By  water  and  by  blood; 

II  Y  M  N    141.     Short  Metrs. 

7  &  humiliation  and  exaltation  of  Cbri/t. 

Ha.  Jiii.  1 — 5,  10—  tx. 

.X  XX7*£30  hath  bsIievM  thy  word,  - 
vV     Or  thv  falvation  known? 
Rereal  thine  arm,  almighty  Lord, 
And  glorify  thy  Sen. 

a  The  Jews  efteem'd  him  here 
Too  mean  for  their  belief: 

Sorrows  his  chief  ?ccpainta nee  were, 
And  his  companion  grief. 

2  They  ftlrn'd  their  eves  awav, 
AH  treated  him  with  (corn; 

Btt?  'twas  their  griefs  urm  him 
Their  furrows  he  har,  be 

4  ' Twar  for  the  flubbcrn  Jews, 
Arid  Gentiles,  the\i  unkn? 

The  Go!d  of jaflice  pleas'd  tobruife 
His  beft  beioved  3on. 

5  "  But  V,\  prolong  his  days, 

"  And  make  his  kingdom  (land; 

il  My  pleafure,"  faith  the  God  of  grace* 
"  Shall  prciper  in  his  hand. 


Book  i.]  HYMNS.  i 

6  [<:  Mis  joyful  foul  ;ha!i  fee 
"  The  purchafe  of  his  pain, 

<c  And  by  His  knowledge  juftify 
"  The  guilty  fons  of  men."] 

*]  [_'•  Ten  thoufaiid  capti.ye  (laves, 
••  Released  iioai  death  and  fin, 

*i  {?hafl  qa.it  rbeir  prifons  and  their  gr»v2S> 
"  And  own  his  pow'r  divine."] 

%  ["  Heav'n  fhall  advance  my  Son 
i£  To  joys  that  earth  der.y'd; 

"  Who  few  the  follies  men  had  done, 
"  And  bore  their  iins,  and  dy'dfl 

H  Y  M  N    142.     Short  Metre, 

Iftiah  iili.  6 — ia. 

1  T  IKE  {Keep  we  went  a:Tr:/r. 
■*-*  And  broke  die  fold  of  God, 

Each  wandering  in  a  dijf'reftt  way, 
Bat  all  the  downward  road. 

%  How  dreadful  was  the  hour 
When  Cvod  our  vandYh~s  laid, 

>;>.nce  pour 
tJpaq  the  shepherd's  noudi' 

w  glorias  was  the  grace 
Whs  ^dth^^cokeJ 

His  life  a  the  fliepherd  pays, 

A  ramforn  for  the  flock. 

d  his  breach 

X  7  -.ret  :-i  k  en  qui  te  aw  ay  ; 

Joirfd  wiria  i.be  wicked  in  his  death. 
And  made  as  vile  &3  th  cy. 


o*  HYMN  S. 


5  Bat  God  dial!  raifehis  head 
O'er  all  the  fons  of  men, 

And  make  him  fee  a  num'rcus  feed, 
To  recompence  his  pain. 

6  "  Ml  give  him,"  faith  the  Lord, 
"   ■'.  portion  with  the  ilrong; 

"  lie  (hall  poll'  is  a  large*  reward, 
"  And  hold  his  honors  lon^.  • 

£1  Y  M  N  i4f     Common  Metre. 

Characters  of  the  children,  of.  GcJ, 

From  feveral  fcriptures, 

l    A  S  new-born  babes  defire  the  breafl 
***■    To  feed,  and  grow,  and  thnve; 
So  faints  with  joy  the  goipel  ta{te, 
And  by  the  gofpfl  1  i  ve. 

a  [Wit!)  inward  guft  their  heart  approves 
Aii  thai  the  word  relates; 
They  love  the  men  x\\t\x  Father  loves, 
And  hate  the  works  he  hates.] 

3  [Not  all  the  flatt'ring  baits  on  earth 

Can  make  them  fhves  to  luft; 
They  can't  forget  rheir  heav'niy  birth, 
Nor  grove]  in  the  dult. 

4  Nor  all  th-  chains  that  tyrants  ufe 

Shalt  bind  their  fouls  to  vice; 
Faith,  like  aconjgurbr,  can  produce 
A  thoufand  victories."] 

5  [Grace*  like  an  uncorrupte-d  feed, 

Abides  and  reign*  within; 
Immortal  principles  forbid 
ThefonsofGodtomi.j 


[Book  i. 


r.]  K  Y  M  N  S.  ioi 

6  [Not  by  the  terrors  of  a  (lave 

l3o  they  perform  his  will; 
But  ndbteft  pow'rs  they  have 

His  fweet  commands  fulfil.] 

7  [  They  find  accefs  at  ev'ry  hour 

To  God  within  the  vail; 
Hence  they  derive  a  quick'ning  pow'r, 
And  joys  that  never  fail,] 

3  phappy  fouls!  O  glorious  ftate 
Of  oversowing  grace; 
To  djwreH  fa  near  their  Father's  feat, 
„>  And  fee  his  iovery  face.  - 

9  Lord,  I  addrefs  thy  heav'nly  throne; 
Call  me  a  child  of  thine; 
Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son 
To  form  my  heart  divine. 

io  There  (bed  thy  choicer!  ioves  abroad, 
And  make  my  corntorcs  ftrong: 
Then  fha!i  1  lay,  "My  Father  God,,, 
With  an  unwav'ring  tongue. 

H  Y  M  N  144,     Common  Metre. 

The  'witriejjlng  andfeaiing  Spirit. 

Romans  viii.  14,  16,     Ephefians  i.  13,  14. 

1  \7t7HY  fhould  the  children  of  a  king 
**     Go  mourning  all  their  days? 
Great  Comforter!  defcend  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

»  Doftthou  not  dwell  in  all  the  faints, 
And  feal  the  heirs  of  heav'n? 
When  wilt  thou  banifh  my  complaints. 
And  (hew  my  fins forgiv'n? 


U  Y  M  N  S.  [Book 

3  A;Turc  my  confcicnce  of  her  part 
In  the  Redeemer's  Ij'oofi; " 
And  bear  thy  wimcis  with  ai.y  hcartj 
That  I  am  horn  of  God. 

$  Then  art  the  earntft  of  his  We, 
The  pledge  of  joys  to  come: 
,Ancl  tbv  fi'lt  vying?,  crleftial  dove, 
Will  fafe  convey  mc  home. 

K  Y  M  N  145.     Common  MeVe, 

Cbrijl  and  Aaron, 

Taken  from  Heb.  vii.  and  ix. 

1    TESUS*  in  thee  our  eyes  behold 
J    1  thousand  glories  more 
Than  the  rich  gerhs  and  polifii'fl  gold, 
Tb-iens  of  Aaroq  wore, 

a  They  fifth  their  own  imrnt-ofForings  brought, 
To  purge  '  i  from  fia.; 

Thy  life  fyot* 

And  all  thy  nature  cleat*. 

3  [Freftt  Wood;  8?  cooftartt  as  the  day 

•  >n  their  altars  fpflt: 
But  tbf  one  offering 'takes  away 
For  ever  all  OQr  gir 

4  [Their  pttefthpod  ran  thro'  fcVra!  hards, 

For  noiUi!  was  their  >ace: 
Thy  usver-ehaafnng  office  itanci?, 
Eternal  as  thy  days.*} 

5  [Once  in  the  circuit  of  a  y*?ar 

With  blood,  bat  not  lr.3  o-.vn, 
A^ron  wirhin  the  w 
Befoie  the  golden  tlujuflg.J 


Book  i.]  H  Y  M  N  S.  i< 

6  [But  Chnfl  by  his  owri  pov/'rful  bleed 

Atcend?  aboirs  the  (lacs , 
And  in  the  presence  of  our  God 
Shews  his  own  faerific?.] 

7  Jefas,  the  King  of  Glory,  reigns 

On  Si  "  n'v  hid ; 

Looks  life  a  lamb  that  has  been  flaia, 
And  wears  his  pnefthood  iciii. 

8  He  ever  iivee  to  intercede 

Before  his  Father's  face: 
Give  !io»,  -ny  Ton1,  thy  ca«rfe  to  plead, 

Nor  doubt  the  Tattler's  grace. 

H  Y  U  N   146.     Long  Metre,  ■ 
Characters  of  Chrijl. 
Borrowed  from  inanimate  things  in  fcripture* 

s  Q*  O  worfnip  at  Immaneu  1's  £zct9 
^r  See  .3  his  face  what  wonders  meet! 
Earthis  'go  narrow  to  expreis 
His  worth,  his  giory,  or  his  grace. 

a  [The  whole  creation  ean  afFord 
But  fome  faint  (hadows  of  rny  Lord: 
Nature,  to  make  his  beauties  known, 
Mull  mingle  colours  not  her  own. 3 

»  [Ts  he  compar'd  to  wine  or  bread? 
Dear  Lord!  our  fouls  would  thus  be  feds 
That  flefh.  that  dying  blood  of  thine, 
Is  bread  of  life,  is  heav'nly  wine.  J 

14  [Ts  he  a  tree?  The  world  receives 
Salvation  from  his  healiog  leaves  : 
That  righteous  branch,  that  fruitful  bougbj 
Is  David's  root  and  ofFsp.  og  too.] 


HYMNS.  [Book 

5  [Is  he  a  rofe?  Not  Sharon  yields  I 
Such  fragrancy  in  all  her  fields: 

Ot  if  the  lily  he  aflame, 

The  vallies  blefs  the  rich  perfume  ] 

6  [Is  he  a  vine?  His  heav'nlv  root 
Supplies  the  boughs  with  life  and  fruit : 
O  let  a  lafting  union  join 
My  foul  to  Chrift  the  living  vine!} 

7  [Is  he  a  head?  Each  member  lives, 
And  owns  the  vital  pow'rs  he  gives! 
The  iamts  below,  and  faints  above, 
Join'dby  his  Spirit  and  his  love.] 

8  [Is  he  a  fountain  ?  there  I  bathe, 
And  heal  the  plague  of  (in  and  death: 
'J  hefe  waters  all  my  foul  renew. 
And  cleanfe  my  fpotted  garments  too. 3 

9  [Fs  he  afire?  He'll  purge  my  drofs: 
But  the- true  gold  fuitains  no  lofs: 
Like  a  refiner  lhall  he  fit, 
And  tread  the  refufe  wkh  his  .feet.] 

io  [Is  he  a  »-ock?  How  firm  he  proves ! 
The  rock  of  ap;es  never  moves; 
Yet  the  fweet  ftreims  that  from  him  flow, 
Attend  us  all  the  defert  through.] 

Ii     Is  he,  a  way?  He  leads  to  God  ; 
The  path  is  drawn  in  lines  of  blood; 
There  would  5  walk  with  hope  and  zeal. 
Till  1  arrive  at  Sion's  hill.] 

12  [Is  he  a.  door?  I'll  enter  in: 
Behold  the  paftures  large  and  green: 
A  paradife  divinely  fatr, 
Kone  but  the  (aeep  have  freedom  there.  1 


Book  i.]  H  Y  M  N  S, 

I j   [Is  .be  defigrr d  the  corner-ftone, 
For  men  to  build  their  heav'n  upon? 
Ill  make  him  my  foundation  too. 
Nor  tear"  the  plots  of  hell  below.] 

14  [Is  he  a  temple?  I  adore 

ih'  indwelling  msjelty  and  pow'r; 

ill  to  his  moll  holy  place, 
Whene'er  I  pray,  I'll  turn  my  face.] 

15  [Is  he  a  liar?  He  breaks  the  nightj 
Piercing  the  {"hades  with  dawning  light  5 
I  know  bis  glories  from  afar, 

I  knew  the  bright  the  morning-Rar.]] 

16  Lis  he  a  fuh.?  His  beam",  are  grace, 
His  courfe  is  joy  and  ri^htecuirieis : 
Nations  rejoice  when  he  appears 

To  chafe  their  clouds,  and  dry  their  tears;* 

17  O  let  me  climb  thofe  higher  {kips. 
Where  ftorms  and  darkneis  never  rife; 
There  he  difplays  his  pow*r  abroad, 
And  fliines,  and  reigns  th'  incarnate  God.J 

[8  Nor  earth,  nor  feas,  nor  fun,  nor  ftars, 
Nor  heav'n  his  Full  refemblance  bears; 
Hi"  beauries  we  can  never  trace, 
Till  we  behold  him  face  to  face. 

HYMN    147.     Long  Metre* 

The  names  and  titles  of  Chrij}. 

From  feveral  fcriptures. 

t  p  "PIS  from  the  treafures  of  his  word 
j_  1-    I  borrow  titles  for  my  Lord » 
Nor  art  nor  nature  can  i apply 
SufficttHf  forms  of  majefty. 


io6  H  Y  M  N  S.  [Book  i 

s  Bright  image  of  tic  Father's  face, 
t  Shining  with  undiminife'd  rays ; 
'  Th'  ete<nal  Goa's  eternal  Son, 
The  heir  and  partner  of  his  thrcrne. 

q  The  King  of  kings,  the  Lord  mcrt  high, 
Writes  his  own  name  upon  hi4  ftsi]  h  ; 
He  wears  a  garment  dipp  d  in  blood, 
And  breaks  the  nations  with  his  re  J. 

4  Where  graee  can  neither  melt  nor  move, 
The  Lamb  refentshis  injure!  love, 
Awakes  his  wrath  without  deLy, 

And  Judah's  Lion  tears  the  prey. 

5  But  when  for  works  of  peace  he  conies-, 
What  whining  titles  heaiTumes! 

"  Light  of  the  World,*'  and  "  Life  of  Men;" 
jNOr  bears  thofe  characlers  in  vuin. 

6  With  tender  pity  in  his  heart 
He  ae"t3  the  Media1  mr's  part; 

A  friend  and  brother  he  appears, 
And  well  fulfils  the  names  he  wears 
?  At  length  the  judge  his  thic.-te  abends, 
Divides  the  rebels  from  his  frit 
And  faints  in  full  fruition  prove 
His  rich  variety  of  love. 

H  Y  M  N  148.     Proper  Metre' 
The  fame  as  the  cxiviiith  Pfalm. 
%  ["VXT'i^H  cheerful  voice  I  firig 

L  VV       T  "  il'V  L©ltf, 

And  borrow  a!i  the  names 
Of  honor  from  his  woid- 

Nature  and  art 

Can  ne*er  iupply 

Sufficient  forms 

Of  majeily. 


Book  i.]  HYMNS,  507 

a  In  Jefus  we  behold 
His  Father's  glorious  face, 
Shining  for  ever  bright 
With  mild  and  lovely  rays. 

TV  eternal  God's 

Eternal  Son. 

Inherits  and 

Partakes  the  throne."] 

3  The  fov'reign  King  of  kings, 
The  Lord  of  lords^moft  high. 
Writes  his  own  name  upon 
His  garment  and  his  thigh. 

His  name  is  ca'l'd 
"  The  Word  of  God,*' 
He  rules  the  earth 
With  iron  rod. 

4  Where  promifes  and  grace 
Can  neither  melt  nor  move, 
The  angry  Lambrefents 
The  inj'ries  of  his  love: 

Awakes  his  wrath 
Without  delay, 
As  lions  roar 
And  tear  the  prey. 

5  But  when  for  works  of  peace 
The  great  Redeemer  comes. 
What  gentle  characters, 
What  titles  he  affumes! 

'•Light  of  the  World," 
And  "Life  of  Men;" 
Nor  will  he  bear 
Thofe  names  in  vain. 

6  Immenfe  compaflion  reigns 
In  our  Immanuel's  heart, 
When  he  defcends  to  aft  •  i 
A  Mediator's  part.                              .  2 

3 


ICf5  .11    I    M   K    5.  [BOOK  I. 

He  is  a  friend, 
/ind  brother  too, 
Divinely  kind, 
Divinely  true. 

y  At  length  the  Lord  the  Judge 
His  awful  throne  afcends, 
And  drives  the  rebels  far 
From  favorites  and  friends  : 

Then  i'hall  the  faints 

Completely  prove 

The  heights  and  depths 

Of  all  his  love. 

HYMN    149.    Long  Metre. 

The  offices  of  Chriji. 

From  feveral  fcriptures. 

1   JOIN  all  the  names  of  love  and  pow'r 
J   That  ever  men  or  angels  bore, 
All  are  too  mean  to  fpeak  his  worth, 
Orfet  Immanuel's  glory  forth. 

%  But  O  what  condefcending  ways 
He  takes  to  teach  his  heav'nly  grace! 
My  eyes  with  joy  and  wonder  fee 
What  forms  of  love  he  bears  for  me. 

,3  LThe  "  Angel  of  the  cov'nant"  ftands 
With  his  commififon  in  his  hand?, 
Sent  from  his  Father's  milder  throne, 
To  make  his  great  falvation  known.] 

4  [Great  Prophet,  let  me  blefs  thy  name; 
By  thee  the  joyful  tidings  came 
Of  wrath  appeas'd,  of  fins  forgiv'n, 
Of  hell  fubdu'd,  and  peace  with  hcav'fc.j 


Uook  i.j  n  y  m  jn  5*  109 

j  [My  bright  example  and  my  guide, 
I  would  be  walking  near  thy  fide; 

0  let  me  never  run  aftray, 
Nor  follow  the  forbidden  way!] 

i  [Hove  my  Shepherd,  he  mall  keep 
My  wand 'iin.o;  foul  amongft  his  (heep; 
He  feeds  his  flock,  he  calls  their  names. 
And  in  his  bofom  bears  the  lambs. 3 

7  [My  Surety  undertakes  my  caufe, 
Anfw'ring  his  Father's  broken  laws; 
Behold  my  foul  at  freedom  fet, 
My  Surety  paid  the  dreadful  debt."] 

S  [JefuS;  ray  great  High-Priefl,  has  dy'd, 

1  feek  no  facrifice  befide  ; 

His  blood  did  once  for  all  atone, 
.And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne."] 

9  [My  Advocate  appears  on  high, 
The  Father  lays  his  thunder  by; 
Not  all  that  earth  and  hell  can  fay, 
Shall  turn  my  Father's  heart  away.] 

10  [My  Lord,  my  Conqu'ror,  and  my  King, 
Thy  fceptre  and  thy  fword  I  ling; 
Thine  is  the  vicVry,  and  I  fit 

A  joyful  fubjeft  at  thy  feet. 3 

ii  [Afpire,  my  foul,  to  glorious  deeds, 
The  4i  Captain  of  Salvation1'  leads: 
March  on,  nor  fear  to  win  the  day, 
Tho*  death  and  hell  obflrucl  the  way. 

19  Shoeld  death  and  hell,  and  pow'ra  unknowa 
Pot  all  their  forms  of  mifchief  on, 
1  mall  be  fafe,  for  Chrift  difplays 
Salvation  in  morefoy'reiga  ways.] 


no  HYMN  S.  [Book 

HYMN    150.     Proper  Metre* 
The  fame  as  the  148th  Pfaim. 
1    JOIN  all  the  glorious  names 
J    Ot  wifdom,  love,  and  pow'r, 
That  ever  mortals  knew, 
That  angels  ever  bore: 
All  are  too  mean 
To  fpeak  his  worth, 
Too  mean  to  fct 
My  Saviour  forth. 

a  But,  O  what  gentle  terms, 
What  condefcending  ways 
Doth  our  Redeemer  uie 
To  teach  his  heav'niy  grace! 

Mine  eyes  with  joy 

And  wonder  fee; 

What  forms  of  love 

He  bears  for  me. 

3  [  Array'd  in  morta  ilefli, 
He  like  an  angel  ltands, 
And  holds  the  promiies 
-And  pardons  in  hi;,  hands: 

Comm.'inon'd  from 
His  Father's  throne, 
To  make  his  grace 
To  mortals  known.] 

4  [Great  Prophet  of  my  God, 

My  tongue  would  biefs  thy  name; 
Bvthee  the  joyful  news 
Of  our  falvation  came: 

The#>yFul  news 

Of  fins  forgiv'n, 

Ofhellfubdn'd, 

And  peace  with  heav'n.  J 


Book:  i.J  H  Y  M  N  S,  ui 

5  [Be  thou  my  counfellor, 
My  pattern  and  my  guide; 
And  thro'  this  defert  land 
Still  keep  me  near  thy  fide, 

O  let  my  feet 
Ne'er  run  aftray 
Nor  rove,  nor  feeft 
The  crooked  way!] 

6  f  I  Jove  my  Shepherd's  voice, 
His  watchful  eyes  mall  keep 
My  uraad'ring  i'onl  among 
The  thoufands  of  his  fhcepj 

He  feeds  his  flock, 
He  call?  their  names, 
His  boforn  bear? 
The  tender  lambs,] 

7  f  To  this  dear  Surety's  hand 
Will  .'.  commit  mv  caufe; 
He  anfwers  and  fulfils 

Hi*  Father's  broken  laws. 

Behold  myfoul 

At  freedom  fet; 

My  Surety  pa'd 

The  dreadful  debt.] 
S  Tjefus  my  great  High-Prietfj 
OfFer'd  his  blood  and  dy:d ; 
My  guilty  confcience  fecks, 
No  facrifice  befide. 

His  pow'rful  blood 

Did  once  atone; 

And  now  it  pleads 

Before  the  throne.] 

?   [My  Advocate  appears 
For  my  defence  on  high  ; 
The  Father  bows  his  ears, 
And  lays  his  thunder  by. 


ii2  HYMN  S.  [Book  i, 

Not  all  that  hell 
Or  fm  can  fciy, 
Shall  turn  his  heart, 
His  love  away.] 

io  r My  dear  almighty  Lord, 
'My  Conqu/ror  and  my  King, 
Thy  fcepti  e  and  thy  fword, 
Thy  reigninp:  £race  I  fing. 

Thine  is  the  pow'i; 

Behold  I  lit 

Tn  willing  borr's 

B     eath  thy  feet. 7 
II  [Now  let  my  foul  arife, 
And  tread  the  tempter  down: 
My  Captain  leads  me  forth 
To  conqueft  and  a  crown. 

A  feeble  faint 

Shall  win  the  day, 

Tho'  death  and  hefl 

Obstruct  the  way  "] 

1%  Should  all  the  hoi(rs  of  death, 
And  pov/rs  of  hell  u  known, 
Pn?.  their  moil  dreadful  forms 
Of  rage  and  mifchief  on: 

IfhaJlbefafe, 

For  Chrift  rJifplays 

Superior  pow'r 

And  guardian  grace. 


Tif^ND  or  the  FIRST  BOOK. 


t^-v-^-^'  <J?*>  -^  '^>  -^5 '-4Pi '-£■">  ■&~>'&*'-&r>-^>>^'^>''sr>t^6r* 

HYMN    S, 

AND 

SPIRITUAL   SONGS, 


E  O  O  K    II. 


Compofed  on  divine  Subjefts. 


HYMN    i.    Long  Metre. 
<Af$ng  in  praife  to  God  from  Great  Britain. 

i  Tyj'VTURE  with  all  her  pow'rs  fhallfing 
*^   God  the  Creator  and  the  King: 
Nor  air,  nor  earth,  nor  (Ivies,  nor  leas 
Deny  the  tribute  of  their  praife* 

a  [Begin  to  make  his  glories  known, 
Ye  feraphs,  that  fit  near  his  throne; 
Tune  your  harps  high,  and  fpread  the  found 
To  the  creation's  utmoft  bound.] 

3  [All  mortal  things  of  meaner  frame, 
Exert  your  force,  and  own  his  name  ; 
Whilft  with  our  fouls,  and  with  our  voice, 
We  finghis  honors  and  our  joys."] 

4  I. To  him  be  facred  all  we  have,       ♦ 
From  the  young  cradle  to  the  grave: 
Our  lips  (hall  his  loud  wonders  tell, 
And  ev'ry  word  a  miracle.] 


frfj  HYMNS.  [Book  u   \ 

$  [This  northern  ifle,  our  native  land, 

Lies  fafe  in  the  Almighty's  hand : 

Our  foes  of  vicVry  dream  in  vain, 

And  wear  the  captivating  chain. 
t  Ke  puilds  and  guards  the  Britifli  throne* 

Ana1  makes  it  gracious,  like  his  own; 

Makes  our  fucceflive  princes  kind, 

And  gives  Our  dangers  to  the  wind.] 
7  Raife  monumental  praifes  high 

To  him  that  thunders  thro'  the  fky, 

And  with  an  awful  nod  or  frown 

Shakes  an  afpiring  tyrant  down. 
S  [Pillars  of  lafting  brafs  proclaim 

The  triumphs  of  th'  eternal  name; 

While  trembling  nations  read  from  far 

The  honors  of  the  God  of  war.] 
9  Thus  let  our  flaming  zeal  employ 

Our  loftieft  thoughts  and  loudeft  fongsj 

Britain  pronounce  with  warmeft  joy 

Hofannafrom  ten  thoufand  tongues. 
io  [Yet,  mighty  God,  our  feeble  frame 

Attempts  in  vain  to  reach  thy  name: 

The  ftrongefl  notes  that  angels  raife, 

Faint  in  the  wormip  and  the  praife.] 

HYMN    2.     Common  Metre. 
The  death  of  afinner. 
I  TV/TY  thoughts  on  awful  fubjects  roll* 
A       Damnation  and  the  dead; 
What  horrors  feize  the  guilty  foul 
Upon  a  dying  bed! 
a  Ling'r|||g  about  thefe  mortal  (hcrcs, 
She  makes  a  long  delay ; 
Till  like  a  flood  with  rapid  force 
Death  f weeps  the  wretch  away. 


Book  2. J  HYMNS.  11 

3  Then  fwift  and  dreadful  die  defcends 

Down  to  the  fi'iy  coafl, 

Amcnpfl  abominable  fiends, 

Herfelf  a  frighted  ghoft, 

4  There  endlefs  crouds  of  tinners  lie, 

And  darknefs  makes  their  chains; 
Tortur'd  with  keen  defpair  they  cry, 
Yet  wait  for  fiercer  pains. 

5  Not  all  their  anguifh  and  their  blood 

For  their  old  guilt  atones, 
Nor  the  companion  of  a  God 
Shall  haiken  to  their  groans. 

6  Amazing  grace,  that  kept  my  breath, 

Nor  bid  my  foul  remove, 
Till  I  had  learn'd  my  Saviour's  death, 
And  well  infur'd  his  love! 

HYMN    3.    Common  Metre. 

The  death  and  burial  of  a  faint, 

1  VTTHY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends? 
V*     Or  make  at  death's  alarms! 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jefus  fends 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

a  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too 
As  faft  as  time  can  move? 
Nor  ihould  we  wifh  the  hours  more  fiov/? 
To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

3  Why  fhould  we  tremble  to  convey 
Their  bodies  to  the  tomb? 
There  the  dear  flefh' of  Jefus  lay, 
And  left  along  perfume. 


liB  HYMNS.  [Book  2. 

4  The  graves  of  all  his  faints  he  blefs'd, 

And  ibften'd  ev'ry  bed: 
Where  fhouid  the  dying  members  reft, 
But  with  their  dying  head? 

5  Thence  he  arofe,  afcending  high, 

And  friew'd  our  feet  the  way: 
Up  to  the  Lord  ourflefh  Jhaii  fly, 
At  the  great  rifmg-day, 

6  Then  let  the  laft  loud  trtmipet  found, 

And  bid  our  kindred  vile: 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground; 
Ye  faints,  aicend-  the  ikies. 

HYMN    4.     Long  Metre, 

Salvation  in  the  crqfs. 

1  "O" ERE  at  thy  c-ofs,  my  dying  God, 
£a  I  lay  myioui  beneath  thy  love, 
Beneath  the  droppings  01  thy  blood, 
Jefus!  nor  (hall  it  e'er  remove. 

a  Not  all  that  tyrants  think  or  fay, 
With  rage  and  lightning  in  their  eyes, 
Nor  hell  (hall  fright  my  heart  away, 
Should  hell  with  all  its  legions  rife. 

3  Should  worlds  confpire  to  drive  me  thence* 
Movelcfs  and  firm  this  heart  fhouid  lie: 
Refolv'd  (for  that's  my  laft  defence) 

If  I  malt  perilh,  there  to  die, 

4  But  fpeak,  my  Lord,  and  calm  my  fear; 
Am  1  not  fafe  beneath  thy  Ihct^e!  A-/ 
Thy  vengeance  will  not  ftrike  me  hear. 
Nor  Satan  dares  my  foul  invade. 


Book  2.]  H  Y  M  N  S.  117 

5  Yes,  I'm  fecme  beneath  thy  blood, 
And  all  my  foes  mail  lofe  their  aim: 
Hofanna  to  my  dying  God, 
And  my  befl  honors  to  his  name. 

HYMN    5.     Long  Metre. 
Longing  to  praife  Chrijl  better. 
1  T  ORD,  when  my  tho'ts  with  wonder  roll 
*~*  O'er  the  fnarp  forrows  of  thy  foul, 
And  read  my  Maker's  broken  laws, 
Repair'd  and  honor'd  by  thy  crofs: 

a  When  I  behold  death,  hell,  and  fin, 
VanquiuYd  by  that  dear  blood  of  thine; 
And  fee  the  man  that  groan'd  and  dy'd, 
Sit  glorious  by  his  Father's  fide; 

3  My  paflions  rife  and  foar  above, 

I'm  wing'd  with  faith,  and  hVd  with  love; 
Fain  would  I  teach  eternal  things,     . 
And  learn  the  notes  that  Gabriel  fings. 

4  But  my  heart  fails,  my  tongue  complains, 
For  want  of  their  immortai  ftrains; 
And  in  fuch  humble  notes  as  thefe 
Mufl.  fall  below  thy  victories. 

5  Well,  the  kind  minute  mufl  appear 
When  we  mall  leave  thefe  bodies  here, 
Thefe  clogs  of  clay;  and  mount  on  high, 
To  join  the  fangs  above  the  fky.  J 

HYMN    6.     Common  Metre.' 
A  ?nomingJhng. 
1  QNCE  more,  my  foul,  the  rifing  day 
Salutes  thy  waking  eyes : 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thv  tribute  pay . 
To  him  that  rules  the  fides. 


H&  HYMNS.  [BOOK  2. 

a  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats, 
The  day  renews  the  found. 
Wide  as  the  heav'n  on  which  he  fits 
To  turn  the  feafons  round. 

3  'Tis  hefupports  my  mom!  frame; 

My  tongue  fhall  fpeak  his  praife; 
My  fins  would  roufe  his  wrath  to  Same, 
And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

4  [On  a  poor  worm  thy  pow'r  might  tread, 

And  I  could  ne'er  withfland; 
Thy  juflice  might  have  cruih'd  me  dead, 
But  mercy  held  thine  hand. 

5  Atlioufand  wretched  fouls,  are  fled 

Since  the  lafl  fetting  fun, 
And  yet  thou  length'neft  out  my  thread, 
And  yet  my  moments  run.] 

^  Dear  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 

Whilfl  I  enjoy  the  light; 
L.  Then  fhall  my  fun  in  fmiles  decline, 

And  bring  a  pleafant  night, 

HYMN   7.     Common  Metre. 
An  evening  fong. 

READ  Sovereign,  let  my  ev'ning  fong 
Like  holy  mcenfe  rife; 
Afiift  the  cfF'rings  of  my  tongue 
To  reach  the  lofty  fkies. 

Thro*  all  the  dangers  of  the  day 

Thy  hand  was  ftill  my  guard, 
And  ftill  to  drive  my  wants  away, 

Thy  mercy  flood  prepar\l.~J  > 


»[D 


Book  a.]  HYMNS.  119 

3  Perpetual  bleflinps  from  above 

Encompafs  me  around, 
But  O  how  few  returns  of  love 
Hath  my  Creator  found ! 

4  What  have  I  done  for  him  that  dy'd 

Tofavemy  wretched  foul? 
How  are  my  follies  muitiply'd, 
Pail  as  my  minutes  roll! 

5  Lord  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine, 

To  thy  dear  crofs  I  flee, 
And  to  thy  grace  my  foul  refjgfi,     - 
To  be  renew'd  by  thee. 

6  Sprinkled  afrefh  with  pard'ning  blood, 

I  lay  me  down  to  reft, 
As  in  th'  embraces  of  my  God, 
Or  on  my  Saviour's  breaft. 

HYMN    8.     Common  Metre. 

An  hymn  for  morning  or  evening. 

1  TT  OS  ANN  A.  with  a  cheerful  found, 
il  To  God's  upholding  hand; 
Ten  thoufand  fnares  attend  us  round. 
And  yet  fecure  we  ftand. 

1  That  was  a  moft  amazing  pow'r 
That  rais'd  us  with  a  word, 
And  ev'ry  day,  and  ev>y  hour, 
We  lean  upon  the  Lord. 

3  The  ev'ning  refts  our  weary  head, 
And  angels  guard  the  room; 
We  wake,  and  we  admire  the  bed 
That  was  not  made  oer  tomb. 


120  HYMNS.  [Book  x< 

4  The  rifing  morning  can't  affiire 

That  we  fnall  eno  the  day  ; 
For  death  ftands  ready  at  the  door 
To  take  oar  lives  away. 

5  Our  breath  is  forfeited  by  fin, 

To  God's  avenging  law; 
We  own  thy  grace,  immortal  King, 
In  ev'ry  gafp  we  draw. 

6  God  is  our  fun,  whofe  daily  light 

Our  joy  and  fafety  brings: 
Our  feeble  flefh  lies  fafe  at  night, 
Beneath  his  fhady  wings. 

HYMN  9.    Common  Metre. 
Godly  farrow  arlfmgfrom  the  fufferings  ofCbriJl. 

1     A  LAS,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed! 
jTa.  And  did  my  Sov'reign  die ! 
Wou'd  he  devote  that  facred  head 
For  fuch  a  worm  as  1? 

a  [Thy  body  flain,  fweet  Jcfus,  thine, 
Andbatrrd  in  its  own  blood, 
While  all  expos'd  to  wrath  divine, 
The  glorious  fufr'rer  flood. 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 

He  groan 'd  upon  the  tree? 
Amazing  pity!  grace  unknown! 
And  love  beyond  degree! 

4  Well  might  the  fun  in  darknefshide; 

And  fhut  his  glories  in, 
When  God  the  mighty  maker  dy'd 
For  man  the  creature's  fia. 


Book  2.]  m  Y  M  N  S.  12 i 

5  Thus  might  I  hide  my  bluihing  face, 

While  his  dear  crofs  appears, 
Diiioive  my  heart  in  thankfu'nefs, 
And  melt  my  eyes  to  tears. 

6  But  drops  of  crief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  or  love  I  owe: 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myfeif  away; 
'  i  is  ail  that  I  can  do. 


HYMN    10.    Common  Metre, 

Parting  <v)iib  carnal  joys. 

I  "]\yJ"Y  foul  forfakes  her  vain  delight, 
1YJL  And  bids  the  world  farewell; 
Bafe  as  the  dirt  beneath  my  feet, 
And  mifchievous  as  hell. 

2,  No  longer  will  I  aflc  your  love, 
Ivor  feek  your  fnendihip  more; 
The  happineis  that  I  approve 
Is  r.ot  within  your  pow'r. 

3  There's  nothing  round  the  fpacious  earth 

That  fiiit*  my  largedeiire; 

To  bound  eft  joy  and  folid  mirth 

My  nobler  thoughts  afpire. 

4  [Where  oleafure  rolis  its  living  flood, 

From  fin  and  drofs  rehVd, 
Stiii  fpringingfrom  the  throne  of  God, 
And  fit  to  cheer  the  mind. 

5  Th*  Almighty  Ruler  of  the  {ph ere, 

The  glorious  and  che  great, 
Brings  his  own  aHvftifficienca  th-re, 
To  make  o»r  liifi  complete.] 


122  HYMN  S.  [Eook  2. 

6  Had  I  the  pinions  oc  a  dove, 
I'd  climb  the  hearn'y  road; 
There  fits  my  Saviour  drefs'd  in  lovei 
And  there  myfmiiing  God. 

HYMN    ii.     Long  Metre. 
The  fame. 
x  T  SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away; 
A  Away  ye  tempters  of  the  mind, 
Falfe  as  the  fmooth  deceitful  fea 
And  empty  as  the  whittling  wind. 

a  Your  dreams  were  floating  me  along 
Down  to  tke  gulph  of  black  defpair; 
And  whiltt  I  lifren'd  to  your  fon£, 

Your  lb  cams  had  e'en  convey'd  me  there. 

3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchlefs  grace, 

That  warra'd  me  of  that  dark  abyfs; 
That  drew  me  from  thofe  treach'rous  feas, 
And  bid  me  feek  fuperior  blifs. 

4  Now  to  the  finning  realms  above 

I  ftretch  my  hands,  and  glance  mine  eyes: 
O  forthe  pinions  of  a  dove, 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  fides ! 

5  There  from  the  bofcm  of  my  God 

Oceans  ofendlefs  plealures  roll; 
There  would  I  fix  my  lad  abode. 
And  drown  the  forrows  of  my  foul. 

H  Y  M  N  12.    Common  Metre. 
Chrift  is  the  fubfir.Kce  cf  the  Levities! prh/ihood. 
i  rp BE  true  Meiiiah  now  appears, 
■*■     T  hfi  types  are  ail  withdrawn; 
So  fly  the  fhadows  and  the  &^i 
Befbiethe  riling  dawn. 


Book  2.]  HYMN  S.  i?3 

%  Nofmoking  fweets  nor  bleeding  lambs, 
Nor  kid,  nor  bullock  (lain, 
Incenfe  and  fplce  of  coftly  names, 
Would  all  be  burnt  in  vain, 

3  Aaron  mull  lay  his  robes  away, 

His  mitre  and  his  veft, 
When  God  himfelf  comes  down  to  be 
The  ofFring  and  the  prieft. 

4  He  took  our  mortal  flefh  to  (how 

The  wonder?  of  his  love; 

For  us  he  paid  his  life  below, 

.  nd  prays  for  us  above. 

%  (f  Father,'*  he  cries,  "  forgive  their  fins> 
"  For  Imyfelfhayedy'd;" 
And  then  he  fhews  his  open'd  veins, 
And  pleads  his  wounded  fide. 

HYMN    13.     Long  Metre. 

'The  creation,  prefervation,  dijfolution^  and  rejlor* 
ation  of  this  nvor/d. 

1  Q ING  to  the  Lord  that  built  the  fkies, 
O  The  Lord  that  rear'd  this  flately  frame; 
Let  all  the  nations  found  his  pTaife, 
And  lands  unknown  repeat  his  name. 

ft  He  form'd  the  feas,  and  form'd  the  hills, 
Made  ev'ry  drop,  and  ev'ry  duft, 
Nature  and  time  without  their  wheels, 
And  pufh'd  them  into  motion  firft. 

3  Now.  from  his  high  imperial  throne 
He  looks  far  down  upon  the  fpheresj 
He  bids  the  fhining  orbs  roll  on, 
And  round  he  yarns  the  hafty  years* 


i24  HYMNS.  [Book  i. 

4  Thes  fhall  this  moving  engine  laft, 

Tili  all  his  faints  are  gather'd  in: 
Then  Tor  the  tiumpets  dreadful  blaft, 
To  fhake  it  all  to  duft  again. 

5  Yet,  when  the  found  fhall  tear  the  fkies, 

And  lightning  burn  the  globe  below, 
Saints,  you  may  lift  yon  joyful  eyes, 
There's  a  new  heav'n  and  earth  for  you. 

HYMN    14.    Short  Metre. 
The  Lord's  clay;  or,  Delight  in  ordinances* 
1  TlfELCOME  fweet  day  of  reft, 
vv    That  faw  the  Lord  arife; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  bread:, 
And  thefe  rejoicing  eyes! 

a  The  King  himfelf  comes  near. 
And  feafls  his  faints  to-day; 

Here  we  may  fit,  and  fee  him    \  re, 
And  love,  and  praife,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidfl  the  place 
Where  my  dear  God  hath  been, 

Is  fweeter  than  tenthoufand  days 
Of  pleafurable  fin. 

4  My  willing  foul  would  ftay 
In  fuch  a  place  as  thi3, 

And  fit  and  fing  her  foul  away 
To  everlafting  blifs. 

HYMN    15.     Long  Metre. 
The  enjoyment  of  Chrifi ;  or,  Delight  in  nuorjhip. 
z  Xj^R  from  my  thoughts  vain  world  be  gone, 
X     Let  my  religious  hours  alone  ; 
Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  fee  ; 
I  wait  a  vifit,  Lord,  from  due. 


Boos  2.]  HYMN  S.  125 

%  My  heart  grow3  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  defire  : 
Come,  my  dear  Jefus,  from  above, 
And  feed  my  foul  with  heav'nly  love. 

3  QThe  trees  of  life  immortal  {land 
In  fragrant  rows  at  thy  right-hand, 
And  in  fweet  murmurs  by  their  fide 
Rivers  of  biifs  perpetual  glide. 

4  Hafie  then,  but  with  a  fmiling  face, 
And  fpread  the  table  of  thy  grace  : 
Bring  down  a  tafte  of  truth  divine  ! 
And  cheer  my  heart  with  facred  wine.] 

5  Blefs'd  Jefus,  what  delicious  fare  1 
How  fweet  thy  entertainments  are  1 

Never  did  angels  tafte  above 
Redeeming  grace,  and  dying  love. 

6  Hail,  great  Immanuel,  all  divine  ! 
In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  ihine  j 
Thou  brighteft,  fweeteft,  fairefb  one, 
That  eyes  have  feen,  or  angels  known. 

HYMN   16.     Long  Metre, 

Part  the  Second. 

7  T   ORD,  what  a  heav'n  offaving  grace 
JL-»  Shines  thro'  the  beauties  of  thy  face, 
And  lights  our  pamons  to  a  flame  ! 
Lord,  how  we  love  thy  charming  name  \ 

%  Whm  I  can  fay,  my  God  is  mine, 
When  I  can  feel  thy  glories  mine, 
I  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 
And  ail  that  earth  calls  good  or  great. 


ii6  HYMN  K  [Book  2- 

9  While  fuch  a  fcene  of  facred  joys 
Our  raptur'd  eyes  and  fouls  employs, 
Here  we  could  fit  and  gaze  away 

A  long,  and  everlafling  day. 

10  Well,  we  (hall  quickly  pafs  the  night, 
To  the  fair  coaft  of  perfect  light : 
Then  {hall  our  joyful  fenfes  rove 
O'er  the  dear  objecl  of  our  Joye. 

11  [There  fnall  we  drink  full  draughts  of  blifs, 
And  pluck  new  life  from  heavenly  trees  i 
Yet  now  aad  then,  dear  Lord,  bellow 

A  drop  of  heav'n  on  worms  below. 

12  Send  comforts  down  from  thy  right-hand 
While  we  pafs  thro'  this  barren  land, 
And  in  thy  temple  let  us  fee 

A  glimpfe  of  love,  a  glimpfe  of  thee."] 

HYMN    17.     Common  Metre. 
God's  eternity, 

1  T%  ISE,  rife,  my  foul,  and  leave  the  ground; 
Iv.  Stretch  all  thy  thoughts  abroad, 
And  roufe  up  ev'ry  tuneful  found 
To  praife  th'  eternal  God. 

a  Long  e'er  the  lofty  fkies  were  fpread, 
Jenovch  fiU'd  his  throne, 
Or  Adam  form'd,  or  angels  made, 
The  Maker  liv'd  alone. 

3  His  bound lefs  years  can  ne'er  decreafe, 
Bur  flill  maintain  their  prime  ; 
Eternity's  his  dwelling  place, 
And  ever  is  his  time. 


Book  2.]  K  Y  M  N  S.  izj 

4  While  like  a  tide  our  minutes  flow, 

The  ptefent  and  the  paft, 

He  fills  his  own  immortal  7-ion.v, 

And  fees  our  ages  wafte. 

5  The  Tea  and  (ky  mu(l  perjjli  too, 

And  vail  deftruction  come  ! 
The  eieatures— -lock  !  how  eld  they  grow. 
And  wait  their  fi'ry  doom. 

6  WeU,  kt  the  iea  f"hrink  ail  away, 

And  flame  nc^  dowa  the  fkies  ! 
My  Cod  mail  live  an  endlefs  day, 
When  th'  old  creation  dies. 

H  Y  M  N    1 3.     Long  Metre, 
The  minijlry  of  hngsb. 

1  TJTIGH  on  a  hill  of  dazzling  light, 
i-X  The  King  of  glory  fpreads  his  fear, 
And  troops  of  angels  ftretch'd  for  flight, 
Stand  waiting  round  his  awful  feet. 

%  "  Go,''  faith  the  Lord,  *  ''  my  Gabriel,  go, 
Salote  the  virgin's  fruitful  Womb  : 
"  Make  hafte,  f  ye  cherubs,  down  below, 
"Sing  and  proclaim  the  Saviour  come/' 

2  Here  abrignt  fqaadron  J  leaves  the  fkies, 
And  thick  around  E'uha  {lands  ; 
.A-'.ron,  a  heav'nly  foldier  fliss, 

And  breaks  the  chains  from  Peter's  j}  hands. 

4  Thv  winged  troops,  O  God  of hefts, 
Wait  on  thy  ivand'ring  church  bdow; 
Mere  we  are  failing  to  thy  coaics, 
Let  angels  be  our  convoy  too.  * 

*  Luke  i.  26.  f  Luke  ii.  1,;.   J  %  Kings  vi-  17. 
j!  A<5ts  xii.  7* 


5  Are  they  not  all  thy  fervants,  §  Lord  ? 
At  thy  command  they  gc  and  come  ; 
With  cheerful  haile  obey  thy  word, 
And  guard  thy  children  to  their  home. 

HYMN    19.     Common  Metre. 

Our  frail  bodies,  and  God  our  preferver. 

1  T   ET  others  boaft  howftrong  they  be, 
JL*  Nor  death  nor  danger  fear  ; 
But  we'll  confefs,  O  Lord,  to  thee, 
What  feeble  things  we  are. 

%  Freth  as  the  grafs  our  bodies  ftand, 
And  flouriih  bright  and  gay  ; 
A  blading  wind  fweeps  o'er  the  land, 
And  fades  the  grafs  away. 

3  Our  life  contains  a  thoufand  fprings, 

And  dies  if  one  be  gone : 
Strange  !  that  a  harp  of  thoufand  firings 
Should  keep  in  tune  fo  long. 

4  But  'tis  our  God  fupports  our  frame, 

The  God  that  built  us  firft  ; 
Salvation  toth'  almighty  name, 
That  rear'd  us  from  the  daft. 

5  [He  fpoke,  and  ftrait  our  hearts  and  brains 

In  al!  their  motions  rofe  ; ' 
"Let  blood,"  faid  he,  "  flew  round  the  veins;'* 
And  round  the  veins  it  flows. 

6  While  we  have  breath,  or  ufe  cur  tongues* 

Our  Maker  we'll  adore  ; 
His  Spirit  moves  our  heaving  lungs, 
Or  they  would  breathe  no  more,  j- 

§  Heb.  i.  14. 


HYMN    20.     Common  Metre. 

Buckfudings  and  returns  ;  or,  Ths  incsnjlancy  of 

our  love. 

I  TT7HY  is  my  heart  fo  far  from  thee, 
VV     My  God,  my  chief  delight  ? 
Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  by  day, 
With  thee,  no  more  by  night  \ 

1  [Why  mould  my  fooliih  palFfioas  rove  I 
Where  can  fuch  fweetnefs  be, 
As  I  have  tailed  in  thy  love, 
As  I  have  found  in  thee  ? 

3  When  my  forgetful  foul  renews 

The  favor  of  thy  grace, 
My  heart  prefumes  I  cannot  lofe 
Therelilh  of  all  my  days. 

4  But  e'er  one  fleeting  hour  is  pafs'd, 

The  flatfring  world  employs 
Some  fenfual  bait  to  feize  my  taite, 
And  to  pollute  my  joys. 

5  f  Trifles  of  nature,  or  of  art, 

With  fair  deceirfui  charms, 
Intrude  into  my  thoughtleis  heart, 
And  thrufr.  me  from  thy  arms. 3 

»  Then  t repent,  and  vex  my  foul 
That  I  mould  leave  thee  fo  : 
Where  will  thole  wild  afFedions  roll, 
That  let  a  Saviour  go  ? 

y  Sin's  promis'd  joys  are  turn  to  pain, 
And  I  am  drown'd  in  grief; 
But  my-tdear  Lord  returns  again, 
Tie  flies  to  my  relief; 


130.  HYMNS.  [Book  2, 

2  Seizing  my  foul  with  fv/eet  furprize  ; 
He  draws  with  loving  bands  ; 
Divine  compamon  in  his  eyts, 
And  pardon  in  his  hands.] 

9  [Wretch  that  T  am,  to  wander  thus 
In  chafe  of  falfe  delight? 

Let  me  be  faften'd  to  thy  crofs, 
Rather  than   cfethy  fight. 

jo  Make  hade,  my  days,  to  reach  die  goal, 
And  bring  my  heart  to  reft 
On  the  dear  centre  of  my  foul, 
My  God,  my  Saviour's  breait.] 

HYMN    21.     Long  Metre. 

-A  Jong  of  pra[fe  to  God  ike  Redee?ner-. 

1  T    ET  the  old  heathens  tune  their  fong 
i— 1  Of  .great  Diana,  and  of  Jove; 
Bit  the  iweet  theme  that  moves  my  tongue, 
Is  my  Redeemer  and  his  love. 

%  Behold  a  God  defcends  and  dies, 

Tofnve  my  foul  from  gaping  hell  i 

How  the  black  gulph  where  Satan  lies, 

Yawn'd  to  receive  me  when  1  fell ! 

5  Howjuftice  frown'd,  and  veng'ance flood, 
To  drive  me  down  to  endlefs  pain  ! 
But  the  great  Son  propos'd  his  blood, 
And  heav'nly  wrath  grew  mild  again, 

4  Infinite  Lover  !  gracious  Lord  .' 

To  thee  be  endlefs  hcn?rs  giv'n  ; 
Thy  wondrous  name  mall  beador'd, 
Round  the  wide  earth,  and  wider  heav'n. 


Book  2.  J  K  Y  M.N  S.  131 

HYMN    22.     Lonp-  Metre. 
<-• 

With  God  is  terrible  jjujefty. 
%  »*pERRlBL£  God,  that  reign'ft  on  Iftgh, 
■**     How  awful  is  thy  thund'ring  hand! 
Thy  fi'iy  bolt*,  how  rierce  they  fly  ! 
Korean  all  earth  or  hell  withftand. 

%  This  the  old  rebel-angels  knew, 

And  Satan  fell  beneath  thy  frown  : 
Thine  arrows  ftruck  the  traitor  thro*. 
And  weighty  vqng'ance  funk  him  down. 

3  This  Sodom  fell,  and  feels  it  ftili, 
And  roars  beneath  th'  eternal  load : 
fi  With  endlefs  burnings  wljo  can  dwell, 
M  Or  bear  the  fury  of  a  God!" 

^  Tremble,  ye  linnets,  and  fubmit, 

Throw  down  your  arms  before  his  throne  ; 
Bend  your  heads  low  beneath  his  feet, 
Or  his  tlrong  hand  ftiall  crufh  you  down. 
5  And  ye,  biefs'd  faints,  that  love  him  too, 
With  rev'rence  bow  before  his  name  ; , 
Thus  ali  his  heav\iiy  fervants  do  : 
God  is  a  bright  and  burning  flame. 

HYMN    23.     Long  Metre. 

%Jiejight  of  God  and  Chrifl  in  leave?:. 
1  TVFSCEND  from  heav'n  immortal  dove, 
■&-J  Stoop  down  and  take  us  on  thy  wingSj 
And  mount  and  bear  us  far  above 
The  reach  of  thefe  inferior  things  : 

a  Beyond,  beyond  this  lower  fky, 
Up  where  eternal  ages  roll, 
Where  folid  pleafures  never  die, . 
And  fruits  immortal  feaft  the  foul, 


*&  HYMNS.  [Book  *,, 

3  O  for  a  fight,  a  pleating  fight, 

Of  our  almighty  Father's  throne  ! 
There  fits  our  Saviour  crown'd  with  light, 
Cioth'd  in  a  body  like  our  own. 

4  Adoring  faints  around  him  ftand, 

And  thrones  and  pow'rs  before  him  fall  $ 
The  God  forties  gracious  thro'  the  man, 
And  (beds  ivveet  glories  on  them  all ! 

5  O  what  amazing  joys  they  feel, 

While  to  their  golden  harps  they  fing, 
Ard  fit  on  cv'ry  heav'nly  hill, 

And  lpread  the  triumphs  of  their  King  t 

6  When  (hall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear, 

That  I  mall  mount  to  dwell  above, 
And  ftand  and  bow  amongfl  'em  there, 
And  view  thy  face,  and  fing  aDd  love  1 

HYMN    24.     Long  Metre. 

The  evil  of  Jin  vifible  in  the  fall  ej  angels  andtren* 

1  TXTHEN the  great  builder  arch'd  the  fkies, 
*v    And  form'd  all  nature  with  a  word, 
The  joyful  cherubs  tun'd  his  praife, 
And  ev'ry  bending  throne  ariord. 

a  High  in  the  midft  of  all  the  throng, 
Satan,  a  tall  arch-angei,  fat, 
Amongil  the  morning  ftars  v  he  fun£, 
Till  i\n  deflroy'd  hi3  heav'nly  liate. 

I  L'Twas  fin  that  hurl'd  him  from  his  throne, 
Grov'ling  in  fire  the  rebel  lies  : 
"  How  art  thou  funk  in  darkn^fs  down, 
"  Son  of  the  morning,  t  fit)m  the  lk;es  :r/ 

*  lub  xxxviii.  7.    |  lfaiah  y.U.  i*. 


Book  2.]  H  Y  M  N  S.  : 

4  And  thus  cur  two  firft  parents  flood, 
Till  fin  defil'd  the  happy  place  ; 
They  loft  their  garden  and  their  God, 
And  ruin'd  all  their  unborn  race. 

j  Sc  fprung  the  plague  from  Adam's  bow'r, 
And  fpread  d^ftrudion  all  abroad; 
Sin,  the  curs'd  name,  that  in  one  hour 
Spoii'd  fix  days  labor  of  a  God.] 

C  Tremble,  my  foul,  and  mourn  for  grief, 
Thar  fuch  a  foe  mould  feize  thy  breaft  £ 
£\y  tc  thy  Lord  for  quick  relief; 

O  !  may  he  flay  this  treach'rous  gueft. 

7  Then  to  thy  throne,  victorious  King, 

Then  to  thy  throne  our  lhcuts  fhaJJt  iliCj 
Thine  everlanin'g  arm  we  fing, 
For  fin,  the  mcnfter,  bleeds  and  dies. 

H  Y  M  N    25.     Common  Metre, 

Camph  inlng  of  Spiritual  Jlcth . 

I  "k/FT  drowfy  pow'rs  why  fleep  ye  fo  ? 
XVi  Awake  my  fluggifh  foul! 
Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do, 
Yet  nothing's  half  io  dull. 

»  The  little  ants  for  one  poor  grain 
Labor,  and  tags  and  ftrivc  ; 
Yet  we  who  have  a  heav'n  t'  obtain, 
How  negligent  we  live  ! 

5  We,  for  whofe  fake  all  nature  /lands. 
And  liars  their  eourfes  move  ? 

We:  for  whofe  guard  the  angel-bands 
Cpme  flying  from  above : 


fj4  H  Y  M  N  S.         [Eock  2, 

4  We>  for  whom  God  the  Son  c?.me  down 

And  labor'd  for  our  good, 
How  careJefs  to  fecure  that  crown 
He  purchased  with  his  blood  ! 

5  Lord,  (hall  we  'ie  fb  iluggifh  ftiil, 

And  never  ael  our  parts  ! 
Cone,  holv  dove,  from  th'  heav'nly  hi!  J, 
And  fit  and  warm  our  hearvs. 

6  Then  (ball  onr  active  fpirit"  move, 

Upward  our  fouls  fhall  rife  ; 
With  hands  of  faith,  and  wir-gs  oflove 
We'll  fly  and  take  the  priae. 

HYMN    z  6.     Long  Metre, 
GW  invifibh. 

j  T    ORD,  we  are  blind,  we  mortals  blind* 
jLj  We  Can*t  beheld  thy  bright  abode  ; 
O  !  'tis  beyond  a  creature-mind, 
To  glance  a  thought  half-way  to  God* 

s  Infinite  leagues  beyond  the  iky 
The  great  Eternal  reigns  alone* 
Where  neither  wings  nor  fouls  can  ffyj 
Nor  angels  climb  the  tcpleis  throne* 

3  The  Lord  of  glory  builds  his  feat 

Of  gems  iniufterably  bright, 
And  Jays  beneath  his  facred  feet  _ 
Substantial  beams  of  gloomy  ni^ht, 

4  Yet.  glorious  Lord,  thy  gracious  eves 

Look  thro*  and  cheer  us  from  above  ; 
Bevond  our  praife  thy  grandeur  fl 
Yet  we  adore,  and  yet  we  love* 


Book  2.]  KYMNS,  13S 

HYMN    27,     Long  Metre, 

Praifcyc  him,  allkis  angsi's.  Pfalm  cxlviii.a; 

j  /""*!  OD  !  the  eternal  awful  name! 

V-X  That  the  whole  heav'nly  army  fears, 
That  (hakes  the  wide  creation's  frame, 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  hears. 

2  Like  flames  of  fire  his  fervants  ?.re, 

And  light  furrounds  his  dwelling-p!ace; 
Eut,  O  ye  fVry  flames,  dec'are 
The  brighter  glories  of  his  face. 

3  'Tis  not  for  fuch  poor  worms  as  we. 

To  fpeak  fo  infinite  a  thing  ; 
But  your  immortal  eyes  furvey 
The  beauties  of  your  fov'reign  King* 

4  Tell  how  he  fhew3  his  fouling  face, 

And  clothes  all  heav'n  in  bright  array  3 
Triumph  and  joy  run  thro'  the  place, 
And  fongs  eternal  as  the  day. 

5  Sp?ak  (for  you  feel  this  burning  love) 

What  zeal  it  fpreads  thro'  ail  your  franae  3 
That  facred  fire  dwe'U  all  above, 
For  we  on  earth  have  loft  the  name. 

$  Sing  of  his  pOWY  and  judice  too, 
That  infinite  right  hand  of  his, 
That  vanquifn'd  Satan  and  his  crew, 
And  thunder  drove  them  down  from  biiis.-} 

J   [What  mighty  ftorms  of  poifon'd  darts, 
Were  hurl'd  upon  the  rebels  there  1 
What  dreadful  jav'lins  na;l'd  their  hearts 
Fall  to  the  racks  of  long  deliuir."] 

D4 


13©.  ti  Y  M  I\'  5.         [Books; 

t  (.Shout  to  your  King,  ye  heav'nly  hoft, 
You  that  beheld  the  linking  foe  ;, 
Firmly  Jfee  Hood,  when  they  were  loft  : 
Prahe  the  rich  grace  that  kept  you  fb.J 

9  Proclaim  his  wonders  from  the  ikies, 
Let  evVy  diflant  nation  hear  ; 
And  while-  you  found  his  lofty  praife, 
Let  humble  mortals  bow  and  fcar. 


HYMN    28.     Common  Metre. 

Death  and  eternity. 

t  C  TOOPdown,my  thoughts,  that  us'd  to  rife, 
>      Conveife  awhi  e  with  death  : 
Think  how  a  cafping  mortal  lies, 
And  pants  away  his  breath. 

A  His  quiv'ring  lip  hangs  feebly  down, 
His  pulfes  faint  and  few  ; 
Then  fpeechlefs,  with  a  doleful  groan, 
lie  bids  the  world  adieu. 

3  B"t,  Oh  the  foul  that  never  dies  ! 

\t  once  it  leaves  the  clay  ! 
Ye  thoughts,  purfue  it  where  it  flies* 
And  track  its  wondrous  way. 

4  Up  to  the  courts  where  angels  dwell* 

It  mount?,  triumphing  there  ; 
Or  de'ils  plunge  it  down  to  hell, 
In  infinite  kfpair. 

I  And  mult  my  body  faintxaod  die  J 
"•nd  mnil  this  foal  remove  ? 
Oh,  v»r  l  -Tie  guardian  angel  nigh* 
To  bear  it  fate  above  I 


Book  2.  J  MY  M  N  S.  rtyk 

6  Jefns,  to  thy  dear  faithful  hand 
My  naked  foul  I  truft  r 
And  my  flefli  waits  for  thy  command, 
To  drop  into  my  duft. 

HYMN    29.     Common  Metre. 

Redemption  hy  prince  and  power. 
X    TESTJS,  with  all  thy  faints  above  ! 
J  My  tongue  would  bear  her  part, 
Would  found  aloud  thy  faving  love, 
And  ring  thy  bleeding  heart. 

l  Blefs'd  be  the  Lamb,  my  deareft  Lord, 
Who  bought  me  with  h's  blood, 
And  quench 'd  his  Father*,  flaming  fword 
In  his  own  vital  flood. 

$  The  Lamb  that  freed  my  caotive  foul 
From  Satan's  heavy  chains, 
And  fent  the  lion  down  to  howl 
Where  hell  .and  hot  ror  reign?. 

4  AH  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 
And  never-ceahng  praife, 
While  angels  love  to  know  his  name, 
Or  faints  that  fdel  his  grace. 

HYMN    \o.    Short  Metre. 
Heavenly  joy  on  earth. 
i   POOME,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
*-^  And  let  our  joys  be  known  ; 
Join  in  a  fong  with  fweet  accorcf, 
And  thus  furround  the  throne. 
»  Theforrowsofthe  mind 

BebanihVd  from  this  place: 
Religion  never  was  deGgn'd 
To  make  out  pleafores  lefe.l 


i3-8  HYMNS.         [Book  % 

3  Let  thofe  refnfe  to  Ting 

That  never  knew  our  God, 

But  fav'ritesof  the  heav'nly  king 

May  fpeak  their  joys  abroad. 

4  [The  God  that  rules  on  high 

And  thunders  when  he  pleafe, 
That  rides  upon  the  ftormy  Iky, 
And  manages  the  feas  : 

5  This  awful  God  is  our*, 

Out  Father  and  our  love  ; 
He  (ball  fend  down  his  heavily  pow'rs 
To  carry  us  above. 

6  There  (nail  we  fee  his  face, 

And  never,  never  fin  ; 
There  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace 
Drink  endlefs  pleafures  in. 

7  Yes»  and  before  we  rife 

To  that  immortai  ftate, 
The  thoughts  of  fuch  amazing  bills 
Should  comlant  joys  create. 

Z  [The  men  of  grace  have  found 
Glory  begun  below : 
Celeftial  fruits  on  earthly  ground, 
From  faith  and  hope-  may  grow.] 

'$  [The  hill  of  Zion  yields 
Athoufand  fadred  fweets. 
Before  we  reach  the  heav'nly  5elds, 
Or  walk  the  golden  itrccts. 

jo  Then  let  our  fongs  abound, 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry  ; 
We're  marching  thro*  lounanuel's  ground* 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high."] 


feooK  2.}  HYMN  S\  fjy 

HYMN    31.     Long  Metrf; 
Chrifi's  pre  fence  makes  death  eafy. 
t  '^JllY  mould  we  ftart,  and  fear  to  die  ? 
v       What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals  arel 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endlefs  jcy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

i  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  ftiifei 
Fright  our  approaching  fouls  away; 
Still  we  (brink,  back  again  to  life. 
Fond  of  our  prifon  and  our  clay, 
!  O  !  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 

My  foul  fhould  ftretch  her  wings  in  haflc* 
Fly  fearlefs  thro'  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  (he  pais'd. 
.  Jefus  can  make  a  dying  bed 
Feel  foft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  his  breaft  I  lean  my  head* 
And  breathe  my  life  out  fweetly  there, 

HYMN   32.     Common  Metre*. 
Frailty  and  folly, 

HOW  fhort  and  hafty  is  our  life  I 
Howvaft  our  foul's  affairs  ! 
Yet  fenfelefs  mortals  vainly  ftrive 
To  lavifh  out  their  years. 
Our  days  run  thoughtlefsly  along. 
Without  a  moment's  flay : 
Juft  like  a  (lory,  or  a  fong, 
We  pafs  our  lives  away. 
God  from  on  high  iovites  us  homS* 

Bat  we  march  heedlefs  on, 

And  ever  haft'ning  to  the  tomb4 

Stoop  downwards  as  we  run, 


<$jk  II  Y  M  N  5,         [Book  4 

4  How  we  deferve  the  deeoeft  hell, 
That  flight  the  joys  above  ! 
What  chains  of  veng'ance  thould  we  fed, 
That  break  fuch  cords  of  love  ! 

£  Draw  us,  O  God,  with  foreign  grace. 
And  lift  our  thoughts  on  high, 
That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race, 
And  fee  falvation  nigh. 

HYMN    33.     Common  Metre, 

The  blejjedfociety  in  heaven, 

%  Y}  AISE  thee,  my  foul,  fly  up,  and  run 
JX.  TlifO*  ev'ty  heav'nly  ftreet, 
And  fay,  there's  nought  below  the  fun 
That's  worthy  of  thy  feet 

*  [Thu.  will  we  mount  on  facred  wings, 
And  tread  the  courts  above: 
Nor  earth,  nor  all  her  mightiell  thing? 
Shall  tempt  our  meanrit  love.] 

$  Th°re  on  a  high  majeftic  throne 
h'  almighty  Father  reigns, 
And  fheds  his  glorious  goodaefs  dowft 
On  all  the  blifsful  plains. 

4  Bright,  like  a  fun,  the  Hariour  {its, 

And  fnrea^s  eternal  noon, 
No  ev'ning's  there.)  nor  gloomy  nights,, 
;  o  want  the  feeble  moon, 

5  Amidft  thofe  ever-mjwrig  fides, 

Behold  the  facred  Dove, 
While  bafrifti'd  lin  and  forrow  files 
from  ail  the  realms  of  love. 


£cok  l.]  HYMNS,  -14* 

6  The  g'orious  tenants  of  the  place", 
Stand  bending  round  the  thrcne  ; 
And  faints  and  feraphs  Ting  and  praife* 
The  infinite  Three-One, 

y  [But,  O  what  ber.ms  the  heav'nly  grace, 
Trahfport  them  a!!  the  while  ! 
Ten  thoufand  fmiles  from  Jefus'  face, 
And  love  in  ev'ry  frnile  !  J 

g  Jefus  !  O  when  fhali  that  dear  day, 
That  joyful  hour  appear, 
When  1  fllall  leave  this  houfe  of  clay 
To  dwell  amongil  them  there  I 

HYMN    34.     Common  Metre; 

Breathir.g  after  the  Holy  Spirit ;  cr,  Fervency  Of 
devotion  dejtred. 

t  f*  OME,  holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
V^4  With  all  thy  quickening  pow'rs, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  facred  love 
Intheie  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

%  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 
Fond  of  thefe  trifling  toys  : 
Our  fouls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  fongS, 

In  vain  we  drive  to  rife, 
Ilofannas  languifh  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord  !  and  fhali  we  ever  liv« 

At  this  poor  dying  rate, 
Our  I0W0  faint,  fo  cold  to  tbee* 
And  thine  to  us  *'<>  if  cat  ? 


tty4  in  y  m  jx  5.        [JJgqk ■: 

5  Come,  holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  qoick'ning  pow'rs, 
Come  fhed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  fliali  kindle  ours. 

HYMN    35.     Common  Metre. 

Praife  to  God  for  creation  and  redemption, 
X  T  ET  them  negiecl  thy  glory,  Lord, 
•*-*  Who  never  knew  thy  grace  ; 
But  our  loud  iongs  (haK  ftill  record 
'i  he  wonders  of  thy  praife. 

c  We  raife  our  mouts,  O  God,  to  thee, 
And  fend  them  to  thy  throne; 
All  glory  to  th'  United  Three, 
The  undivided  One. 

3  'Twas  he  (and  we'll  adore  his  name) 

That  forra'd  us  by  a  word  ; 
«Xis  lie  reftores  our  ruin'd  frame  : 
Sajvation  to  the  Lord ! 

4  Hofanna  i  let  the  earth  and  fides 

Repeat  the  joyful  found  ; 
Rocks,  hills,  and  vales,  reflect  the  voice 
In  one  .eternal  round. 

H  Y  M  N    36.     Short  Metre, 
Cbrijl's  intercejion. 
\  "TTTET.L,  the  Redeemer's  gone 
*  *    T'  appear  before  our  God, 
Tofprinkle  o'er  the  flaming  throne 
With  his  atoning  blood. 

$  No  ft'ry  veng'anpe  now, 

No  burning  wrath  comes  down  ; 
If  juftiee  calls  for  fioners  blood, 
The  Saviour  ftiews  his  own. 


?ook  2.]  HYMNS.  |4J 

3  Before  his  Father's  eye 

Our  humble  fuit  he  moves  ! 
The  Father  lays  his  thunder  by, 
And  looks,  and  fmilcs,  and  loves. 

4  Now  may  our  joyful  tongues 

Our  Maker 's  honor  fing  ; 
Jefus,  the  prieft,  receives  our  fongs, 
And  bears  them  to  the  King. 

j  f  We  bow  before  his  face, 

And  found  his  glories  high  ; 

"  Hofanna  to  the  God  of  grace 

"  That  lays  his  thunder  by."] 

6  •'  On  earth  thy  mercy  reigns, 
"  And  triumphs  all  above:'' 
B^t,  Lord  how  weak  are  mortal  flrains, 
To  fpeak.  immorta'  lpre  i 

1  [How  jarring  and  how  low 
Are  a!i  the  notes  we  »ing ! 
Sweet  Saviour,  tune  cur  il>ni:s  anew, 
And  they  mall  pleaie  the  King  j 

HYMN    37.     Common  Metre. 

1  T   IFT  up  your  eyes  to  th*  heav'nly  feats 
-L*   Where  ycmr  Redeemer rtays: 
Kind  lntercelTor,  there  he  lir*> 

And  loves,  and  pleads,  and  prays. 

»  'Twas  well,  my  foul,  he  dy'd  for  thee, 
And  iVd  his  vital  blood. 
Appeas  d  ftern  juftice  on  the  tree, 
And  then  arofe  to  God. 


H-'r  *1    V    Nl  Tn^  [JTcok  2. 

j  Petition?  now,  and  praife  may  rife, 
And  faints  their  off  rin^s  bring, 
1  he  pried  wiih  his  own  iacriiice 
Preients  them  to  the  King. 

4  ("Let  papifts  tiuft  what  names  they  pleafc, 

:  h  ii  faints  and  angels  bcaft ; 
W'e've  no  iucft  advocates  as  thefe, 
Nor  pray  to  th    heav'niy  hoft.} 

5  Jcfus  alone  mall  bear  my  cries 

Up  ro  his  Father's  throne  : 
He,  deaieft  Lord,  pe- fumes  my  fighs, 
And  fweetens  ev'ry  groan. 

6  L'f  to  tboufand  praifes  to  the  King, 

••  Hofiinna  in  the  high  ft  ! 
Ten  thouiand  thanks  our  fpirits  bring 
To  God  and  to  his  Chriil."] 

HYMN    38.     Common  Metre. 

L&ve  to  Cod. 

'  APPY  the  heart  where  grace?  reign, 
'    Where  love  infpites  the  breatt  : 
L  .ve  is  the  brighten  of  the  tram 
/ind  iircngthtns  all  the  left. 

a  Knowledge,  alas  !    'tis  all  in  vain, 
n    aii  in  va>n  our  fear  j 
Our  ftubborn  fins  will  fight  and  reign, 
If  iove  beahftnt  there. 

3  His  love  that  makes  our  cheerful  feet, 
In  fjvift  obedien<*  move  ; 
The  devil*  know  and  tremble  too  \ 
But  Satan  cannot  love. 


TTAP1 


Book  2.  J  H   Y  M  N  S.  ^5 

4  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  fjngs 

When  faith  and  hope  {hall  ceafe  ; 
'Tis  this  fhall  ftrike  our  joyful  firings 
In  the  fweet  realms  of  blifs. 

5  Before  we  quite  forfake  our  clay, 

Or  leave  this  dark  abode, 
The  wings  of  love  bear  us  away 
To  lee  our  fmiling  God. 

H  Y  M  N    39.     Common-Metre. 
The  jhortnefs  and  mi/dry  of ' ,ife. 
1  f)UR  days,  alas  r  our  mortal  days 
^   Are  fhoit  and  wretched  too  ; 
**  Evil,  and  few,"*  the  patriarch  fays  : 
And  well  the  patriarch  knew. 

7,  'Tis  but  at  beft  a  narrow  bound 
That  heav  n  allows  to  men. 
And  pains  and  fins  run  thro'  the  round 
Of  threefcore  years  and  ten. 

3  Well,  if  ye  muft  be  fad  and  £q\v, 

Run  on.  mv  days,  in  halte  ; 
Moments  of  fin,  and  months  of  woe, 
Ye  cannot  fly  too  faft. 

4  Let  heav'nly  love  prepare  my  foul, 

And  call  her  to  the  Ikies, 
Where  years  of  long  falvation  roll, 
And  glory  never  dies. 

HYMN    40.     Common  Metre. 
Our  comfort  in  the  covenant  tnadc  ivitb  Ckrifl. 
1  OUR  God  !  how  firm  his  promife  Hands  I 
^  Ev'n  when  he  hides  his  face. 
He  trulls  in  our  Redeemer's  hands 
His  glory  and  his  gtace. 

*  Gen:.  xlvii.  9. 


14*  H  Y  M  N  S.         [Book  2. 

%  Then  why,  my  foul,  thefefad  complaints, 
Since  Chrift  an^l  we  are  one  ? 
Thy  God  is  faithful  to  his  faints, 
Is  faithful  to  his  Son. 

3  Beneath  his  fmiles  my  heart  hath  hVd, 
And  part  of  heav'n  poflefsd  ; 
I  praife  his  name  for  grace  receiv'd 
And  trull  him  for  the  reft. 


HYMN    41.     Long  Metre. 
A  fight  of  God  mortifies  us  to  the  world* 

1  TTTP  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie, 
L-  ^  And  living  waters  gentiy  roll, 
Fain  would  my  thoughts  leap  out  and  fly, 

But  fin  hangs  heavy  on  my  foul, 

2  Thy  wondrous  blood,  dear  dying  Chrift, 

Can  make  this  world  of  guilt  remo?e  ; 
And  thou  canft  bear  me  where  thou  fly  'ft,. 
On  thy  kind  wings,  celeftial  dove  i 

3  O  might  I  once  mount  up  and  fee 

1  he  glories  of  th'  eternal  Ikies  ! 
What  little  things  theft  worlds  would  be  J 
How  defpicable  to  my  eyes !  J 

4  Had  I  a  glance  of  thee,  my  God, 

Kingdoms  and  men  would  vanimfoon; 
Vanim,  as  though  I  faw  them  not, 
As  a  dim  candle  dies  at  noon. 

5  Then  they  might  fight, and  rage,  and  rave; 

I  mould  perceive  the  noife  no  more 
Than  we  can  hear  a  (baking  leaf, 
While  ranliug  thunders  round  us  roar. 


Book  2.]  HYMN  5,  147 

6  Great  Allin  All !  eternal  King! 
Let  me  but  view  thy  lovely  face. 
And  all.  my  pow'ts  fhall  bow,  and  ling 
Thine  endlefs  grandeur  and  thy  grace. 

HYMN    42.     Common  Metre, 
D slight  in  God. 

1  "\JC£  Ood,  what  en-llefs  pleafures  dwell 
1VA  Above,  at  thy  right-hand  ! 
Thy  courts  below,  how  amiable, 
Where  all  thy  graces  {land. 

a  ThefwaUow  near  thy  temple  lies, 
And  chirps  a  cheeiful  note  ; 
The  lark  mounts  upwards  to  thy  fides. 
And  tunes  his  warbling  throat. 

3  And  we,  when  in  thy  prefence,  Lord, 

We  fhout  with  joyful  tongues  ; 

Or  fitting  round  out  Fathers  board, 

We  crown  the  feaft  wkh  fongs. 

4  While  Jefus  mines  with  quick'ning  grace* 

We  fing  and  mount  on  high  ; 
But  if  a  frown  becloud  his  face, 
We  faint,  and  tire,  and  die. 

5  [.Juft  as  we  fee  the  lonefome  dove 

Bemoan  her  widow'd  ftate, 
Wand'ring,  fhe  flies  thro5  all  the  grove, 
And  mourns  her  loving  mate. 

6  Juft  fo  our  thoughts  from  thing  to  thing 

In  reftlefs  circles  rove ; 
Juft  fo  we  droop  and  hang  the  wings 
When  Jefts  hides  his  iove.} 


143  HYMNS.  [Book 

HYMN    43.     Long  Metre. 

Chrijl'sfufferjngs  and  g.'ory. 

1  MOW  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praife 

To  great  Jehovah's  equal  Son  ! 
Awake,  my  voice,  in  heav'nly  lays 
Tell  the  loud  wonders  he  hath  done. 

2  Sing,  how  he  left  the  worlds  of  light, 

And  the  bright  robes  he  wore  above  ; 
How  fwift  and  joyful  was  his  flight, 
On  wings  uf  everlailing  love. 

$  [Down  to  this  bafe,  this  finful  earth 
He  came  to  raife  our  nature  high  ; 
He  came  t'  atone  almighty  wrath  ; 
Jeius,  the  God,  was  born  to  die.] 

4  [Hel-  and  its  lions  roar'd  around  ; 

His  precious  blood  the  monfters  fpilt ! 
While  weighty  furrows  prefs'd  him  down, 
Large  as  the  loads  of  all  our  guilt.  J 

5  Deep  in  the  fhades  of  gloomy  death, 

TV  almighty  Captive  pris'ner  lay  ; 
Th'  almighty  Captive  left  the  earth, 
And  rofe  to  everlafling  day. 

6  Lijfc  up  your  eyes, -ye  fons  of  light, 

Up  to  his  throne  of  mining  grace; 
See  what  immortal  glories  fit 
Round  the  fweet  beauties  of  his  face. 

7  Amor.gft  a  thoufand  harps  and  fongs 

Jefus,  the  God,  exalted  reigns  ; 
His  iacied  name  fills  all  their  toggues, 
And  echoes  thro'  the  heav'nly  plains ! 


Book  2.]  H  Y  M  N  S.  149 

HYMN    44.     Long  Metre. 

Hsll  ;•  or,  The  njcngtana  of  God. 

I  ^T7I  HI  holy  fear  and  bamble fong; 
W     The  dreadful  God  pur  fouls  adore  ; 
Rev'rence  and  awe  become  rhe  tongue 
That  fpeaks  the  tenors  of  his  povv'r. 

$  Far  in  the  deep,  where  darknefs  dwells, 
The  land  of  horror  and  ddpair, 
Juftice  hath  bulk  a  difmal  he'll, 

And  laid  her  ftores  of  veng'ance  there. 

3  [Eternal  plagues  and  heavy  chains, 
Tormenting  racks  and  fi'ry  coals, 
And  darts,  t'  inflict  immortal  pains, 
Dy'd  in  blood  of  damned  fouls. 

4  There  Satan,  the  firft  (inner,  lies. 

And  roars*  and  bites  his  iron  bands  ; 
In  vain  the  rebel  fbives  to  r.fe, 
CrutrTd  with  the  weight  of  both  thy  hands.] 

5  There  guilty  ghofls  of  Mam's  race 

Shriek  out  and  howl  beneath  thy  rod  ; 
Once  they  could  fcorn  a  Saviour  s  grace, 
T3ut  they  inceas'cl  a  dreadful  God. 

6  Tremble,  my  foul,  and  kifs  the  Son  ; 

Sinner,  obey  thy  Saviour  s  cail ; 
Elfe  your  damnation  haflens  on, 

And  hell  gapes  wide  to  wait  your  fall. 

HYMN    45.     Long  Metre. 

God's  coniefcenfion  to  our  *worJhip. 

I  HpHY  favors,  Lord,  furprife  our  fouls  ! 
x    Will  the  Eternal  dwell  with  us  ? 
What  canft  thou  find  ben.arh  the  poles 
To  tempt  thy  chariot  downward  thus ! 


*5*  HYMNS.  [Boor  i. 

%  Still  might  he  fill  his  ftarrv  throne. 

And  oleafe  his  ears  with  Gabriel's  fongs  ; 
Butth'  heav  nly  M.ycftv  comes  down, 
And  bows  to  hearken  to  our  tongues. 

j  Great  God  J  what  poof  returns  we  pay 
For  love  fo  infinite  as  thine  ! 
Words  are  but  air,  and  tongues  but  elay; 
But  thy  companion's  all  divine. 

HYMN    46.     Long  Metre, 

G&d's  condefcenfion  to  human  ajfairt* 

1  TT?  to  *he  Lord  that  reigns  on  high, 
*-J     *nd  vie  w»  the  nations  from  afar, 
Let  eveHaftin;>  praifa  flv. 

And  tell  how  Utge  his  bounties  are. 

a  [He  that  ^an  (hake  the  worlds  he  made* 
Or  with  hi*  word  or  with  h'S  rod  j 
His  goodnefs  how  amazinp  great, 
And  what  a  condefcending  God  !] 

j  ^God,  tha»  mult  (loop  to  view  the  fkies, 
And  bow  to  Fee  what  ingels  do, 
Down  to  onr  «arth  he  cafts  his  eyes, 
And  benrls  his  footfteps  downward  too-] 

4  He  orer-rules  all  mortal  things, 

And  manages  ou*  mean  affairs; 
On  humble  fouls  rh-  K:ng  of  kings 
Beftow?  {-.is  counftis  and  his  cares. 

5  Our  fprrows  and  our  tears  we  pour 

Into  »ne  bofom  of  our  God  ; 
He  hears  "c  io  the  rrournfui  hour, 
And  helps  us  bear  the  heavy  load. 


Book  2.]         HYMNS.  151 

6  In  vain  might  loftv  princes  try 

Such  coodefceoiion  to  perform  '■ 
For  v/orms  were  never  rais'd  fo  high 
Above  their  meaneft  fellow-worm. 

7  O  could  our  thankful  hearts  devife 

A  tribute  equal  to  thy  grace. 
To  the  third  heav'n  ourfongs  mould  rife, 
And  teach  the  golden  harps  thy  praife. 

HYMN    47.     Long  Metre. 

Glory  and  grace  in  tJ:ep;rfo?:  GfChrijl. 

1  MOW  to  the  Lord  a  noble  fcng ! 

Awake3  my  fool ;  awake  my  tongue  : 
Kofanna  to  th'  eternal  name, 
And  all  his  bouadlefs  love  proclaim. 

j  See  where  it  (bines  in  Jems'  face, 
The  brighteft  image  of  his  grace; 
God,  in  the  perfon  of  his  Son, 
Hath  all  his  mighticft  works  outdone. 

3  The  fpacious  earth  and  fpreading  flood, 
Proclaim  the  wife  and  pow'rful  God; 
And  thy  rich  glories  from  afarj 
Sparkle  in  er'ry  rolling  ftar. 

4  But  in  his  looks  a  glory  ftandf, 

Tiie  nobleft  labor  of  thine  hands  : 
The  pieafing  luftre  of  his  eves 
Outlines  the  wondeis  of  the  fivies. 

5  Grace !  'tis  a  fweer,  a  charming  theme  ; 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jems'  name  ! 

Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  found  ; 
Ye  heav'ns,  reflect  it  to  the  ground  ! 
E2 


x>z  HYMNS.  [Book  2. 

6  Oh,  may  T  live  to  reach  the  place 
Where  he  unvails  his  lovely  face  ! 
Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 
And  frag  his  name  to  harps  of  gold  ! 

HYMN   48.     Common  Metre. 
Love  to  the  creatures  is  dangerous. 
I  TJTOW  vain  are  all  things  here  below  ! 
-*-1  How  falfe,  and  yet  how  fair  ! 
Ea»h  pleafure  hath  its  poifon  too  ; 
And-ev'ry  fweet  a  fnare. 

»  The  brighteft  thing?  below  the  &y 
Give  but  a  fUtt'ring  light ; 
We  fhoald  fui'prct  fome  danger  nigh 
Where  we  poffefs  delight. 

3  Our  deareft  joys  and  neareft  friends, 

The  partners  of  our  blood, 
How  they  divide  our  wav'ring  rninds, 
And  leave  but  half  for  God. 

4  The  fondnefs  of  a  creature's  love. 

How  ftrong  it  ftrikes  thefenfe? 
Thither  the  warm  affections  move, 
Nor  can  we  cai»  them  thence^ 

5  Dear  Saviour  I  let  thy  beauties  be 

My  foul's  eternal  food  ; 
And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
From  all  created  good. 

HYMN    49.     Common  Metre. 

Mofes  dying  in  the  embraces  of  God. 

1  T^JEATH  cannot  make  our  fouls  afraid, 
If  God  be  with  us  there  ; 
We  may  walk  through  its  darkeft.  (hade. 
And  never  yield  to  fear. 


Book  2.)         HYMNS.  *53 

a  1  could  renounce  my  all  below, 
If  my  Creator  bid  ; 
And  run,  if  I  were  calFd  to  go, 
And  die  as  Mofes  did. 

3  Might  I  but  climb  to  Pifgah'stop, 

And  view  the  promis  d  land, 
My  fleth  itfclf  would  long  to  drop, 
And  pray  for  the  command. 

4  Clafp'd  in  my  heav'nly  Father's  arms, 

I  would  forget  my  breath, 
And  lofe  my  life  among  the  charms 
Of  io  divine  a  death. 

HYMN    50.     kong  Metre. 
fiom  forts  under  Jbrronvs  and  paint, 

l  TVJOW  let  the  Lord  my  Saviour  fmile, 
*^   And  (hew  my  name  upon  his  heart} 

I  would  forget  my  pains  awhile, 
And  in  the  pleafure  lole  the  fmart. 

a  But  O!  it  fwells  myforrows  high, 
To  fee  my  biefTed  Jefus  frown  ; 
My  fpirks  link,  my  comforts  die.. 
And  all  the  fprings  of  life  are  down. 

3  Yet  why,  my  foul,  why  thefe  complaints  ? 
Still  while  he  frowns,  his  bowels  move  j 
Still  on  hi<  heart  he  bears  his  faints, 
And  feels  their  forrows  and  his  love. 

4  My  name  is  printed  on  his  breaft  ; 
His  book  of  life  contains  my  name  ; 
I'd  rather  have  it  there  impres  d , 
Thamin  the  bright  records  cf  fame. 


154  HYMNS.  [Book  2, 

5  When  the  laflfire  hums  all  things  here, 

Thofe  letters  mail  fecurely  ftand* 
And  in  the  Lamb's  fair  book  appear, 
Written  by  th'  eternal  Father's  hand. 

6  Now  (hail  my  minutes  fmoothly  run, 

V*  hiiit  here  F  wait  my  Father's  will, 
My  riling  an  1  my  fettina  fun,  ; 

Roll  gently  up  and  down  the  hill. 

HYMN    51.     Long  Metre, 

God  the  Son  equal '  <wiih  the  Father. 

I  T^IG^  r  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God! 
■*-*  Our  fpirits  bow  before  thy  feat; 
To  thee  we  lift  an  humble  thought, 
And  wo  r  imp  at  thine  awful  feet. 

*  L'^hy  pow'rhath  form  d,  thy  wifdoni  fways> 
A'l  nutate  wirh  af -v'reign  word  : 
And  the  blight  world  of  (tars  obeys 
i  he  wiUof  their  fuperior  Lord."} 

3  [Mercy  aid  troth  unite  in  one, 

Aiyd  finding  fit  at  thy  ri^ht  hand; 
Eternal  jnitice  guards  thv  throne, 

And  v.ng'ance  waits  thy  ihead  command.] 

4  A  rhoufand  feraphs  flronq  nnd  bright 

Stand  round  t'ie  p;iorious  Deity  ; 
But  who  amongft  the  fins  of  light 
Pretends  companion  with  thee? 

5  Yet  there  is  one  of  human  frame, 

Jrfus  array'd  in  flefh  and  blood, 
Th-nks  it  no  robbery  to  claim 
A  full  equality  with  God. 


Book  z.]  HYMN  S.  155 

6  [Their  glory  fhines  with  equal  beams, 

Their  efTence  is  forever  one  : 
Tho'  they  are  known  by  diff  rent  names. 
The  Father  God,  and  God  the  Son. 

7  Then  let  the  name  of  Chrift  our  King 

With  equal  honors  be  ador'd  ; 
His  praife  let  ev  ry  angel  fing, 

/ind  ail  the  nations  own  the  Lord. 3 


H  Y  M.N    52.     Common  Metre, 
Death  dreadful  or  delightful, 

1  T"\E'ATH!  'tis  a  melancholy  day 
-*-J  To  thofe  that  have  no  God, 
When  the  poor  foul  is  fore'd  away 
To  feek  her  lail  abode. 

a  In  vain  to  heav'n  flie  lifts  her  eyes  ; 
But  guilt,  a  heavy  chain, 
Stiii  drags  her  downward  from  the  ildes* 
Todarknefs,  fire,  and  pain. 

3  Awake  and  mourn,  ye  heirs  of  hell ; 

Let  ftubborn  finners  fear  : 
You  mufl  be  driv'n  from  earth;  and  dwell 
A  long  for  ever  there. 

4  See  how  the  pit  gapes  wide  for  you, 

And  flames  in  your  face  ; 
And  thou,  my  foul,  look  downward  tooj 
And  fing  recovering  grace. 

5  He  is  a  God  of  fov'reion  love, 

That  promis'd  heav'n  to  me, 
And  taught  my  thoughts  to  foar  above 
Where  happy  fpirits  be. 


i5^>  HYMN  S.         [Book  2, 

6  Prepare  me,  Lord,  for  thy  right  hand  ; 
Then  come  thejoyful  day  ; 
Conn.-,  death,  andibme  celeihal  band, 
To  bear  my  foul  away. 

H  Y  M  N  53.     Common  Metre. 

The  pilgrimage  of  the  faints  ;  or,  Earth  and 
heaven. 

I  T    ORD,  what  a  wretched  land  is  th;3, 
1—*   That  yields  us  nofupply, 

No  cheering  fruits,  no  whileibrae  trees, 
Nor  ftreams  of  living  jo\  ? 

a  But  pricking  thorns  thro'  all  the  ground, 
And  mortal  poifons  grow-*; 
And  all  the  rivers  that  are  found, 
With  dang'rous  waters  flow. 

3  Yet  the  dear  path  to  thine  abode 

Lies  thro'  this  horrid  land  : 
Lord  !  we  would  keep  the  heav'nly  road, 
And  run  at  thy  command. 

4  f  Our  fouls  (hall  tread  the  defert  thro* 

With  undiverted  feet  : 
And  faith  and  flaming  zeal  fubdue 
The  terrors  that  we  meet.") 

5  [A  thoufand  favage  beaih  of  prey 

Around  the  foreil  roam  ; 
But  jjudah's  Lion  guards  the  way, 
And  guides  the  fhar.gers  home.] 

[Lone  nights  and  darknefs  dwell  below, 

Wirh  fearce  a  twinkling  ray  ; 
But  Sebright  world  to  which  we  go 

Is  evcrlaitingday.] 


Book  2.]  H  Y  M  N  S.  157 

7  [By  gliram'ring  hope?,  and  gloomy  fears* 
We  trace  the  facred  road  ; 
Thro*  diftrtaJ  deeps,  and  .-ane'rous  fnares* 
We  make  our  way  to  God.] 

3  Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze, 
But  we  march  upward  ftii! ; 
Forget  thefe  troubles  or  the  ways, 
And  reach  at  Zion  s  bill. 

9  [See  the  kind  angels  at  the  gfttes 

Inviting  us  to  come  ! 
There  Jf1  .  the  fore-runner,  waits, 
To  welcome  trav'iiers  home  !] 

10  There,  on  a  green  anl  fl  nv'ry  mount, 

Our  weary  foeis  mail  fit, 
And  v.ith  trai.fportingjoys  recount 
The  labors  of  our  feet. 

11  [No  rairi  difcourle  (ball  fill  our  tongue* 

Nor  trifles  vex  our  eai  ; 
Infinite  grace  (hali  fili  cut-  fong, 
And  God  rejoice  to  hear."] 

tz  Eternal  glories  to  the  King 
That  brought  Os  fafely  thro'. 
Our  toncme  thai!  never  ceafe  to  fing, 
And  endlefs  praife  renew, 

HYMN    54.     Common  Metre, 
God's  prefstice  is  Ught  in  darknefs. 

1  'KM  Y  God  !  the  fprin^  of  ail  my  joys, 
1VJ-  The  life  of'mv  de!;ghts, 
The  glory  of  mv  brightett  davs, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights ! 


i$S  HYMNS.  [Book 

a  In  darkell  (hades  if  he  appear, 
My  dawning  is  be>nin  ! 
He  is  my  foul's  fweet  morning  ftar, 
And  he  my  rifing  fun. 

3  The  oo'ninc  heav'ns  around  mefhins 

With  beams  of  facred  biifs, 
While  Jefus  (hews  his  heart  is  mine, 
And  whrfpers  ••  I  am  his  I" 

4  My  foul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 

At  rhattranfporting  word, 
Run  uo  with  Joy  the  mining  way 
T'  embrace  my  deareft  Lord. 

5  Fearlefs  officii  and  ghaftly  death, 

f'd  break,  tl. to   ev  lyfoe; 
The  win^s  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith,' 
Should  bear  me  conqu'rorthto'. 


HYMN    55.     Common  Metre. 
Frail  life  and fucceedtng  eternity* 

1  rT,lIEE  we  adore,  eternal  name  ! 

*■     An,i  nimbly  own  to  thee, 

How  feeble  is  •  ur  morraJ  frame, 

Wl'at  dying  worms  are  we  ! 

9  [Our  waftinq  lives  grow  (hotter  flill, 
A3  months  and  days  incresfe  ; 
And  ev'rv  Hea'mg  pulfe  we  tell, 
Leaver  but  the  n'.ni.bcr  lefs. 

*  The  years  ro'l  round,  and  fieals  away 
The  breath  that  firft  it  gave; 
VPhatt  'er  we  do,  whate'er  we  be. 
We're  tiav'ibng  to  the  grave.] 


Book  2.]         HYMNS.  i59 

4  Dangers  ftand  thick  thro*  all  the  ground, 
I  o  pu(h  us  to  the  tomb  ; 
And  fierce  difeafes  wait  around, 
To  hurry  mortals  home. 

t  Good  God  !  on  what  a  (lender  thread 


Hang  everlaftinjr  thing 


S  ! 


Th'  eternal  ftates  of  all  the  dead, 
Upon  life's  feeble  firings. 

6  Infinite  joy  or  endlefs  woe 

Attends  on  ev'ry  breath  ; 
And  yet  how  unconcern  d  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death ! 

7  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowfy  fenfe, 

To  walk  this  dang'rous  road  ; 

And  if  our  fouls  are  hurry'd  hence, 

May  they  be  found  with  God. 

HYMN   56.     Common  Metre. 

*Tht  mifery  ofbeino;  without  God  in  this  world ;  or, 
Vain  profperity. 

1  "VfO,  *  fiiall  envy  them  no  more 
JlM    Who  grow  profanely  great, 
Tho*  thev  increafe  their  golden  flore, 
And  rife  to  wondrous  height. 

a  They  tafte  of  all  the  joys  that  grow 
Upon  this  earthly  clod ! 
Well,  thev  may  fearch  the  creature  thro', 
For  they  have  ne'er  a  God. 

3  Shake  off  the  thoughts  of  dying  too, 
And  think  your  life  your  own, 
But  death  comes  haft'ning  on  to  you, 
To  mow  your  glory  down. 


j6o  KYMN  S.  [Book; 

4  Yes,  you  mull  bow  your  ftately  head, 

Away  your  fpirit  flies, 
And  no  kind  angel  near  your  bed 
1  o  bear  it  to  the  ikies. 

5  Go  now,  and  boaft  of  all  yourftores, 

And  teli  haw  bright  you  mine: 
Your  hjaps  of  glittering  dull  are  your's, 
And  my  Redeemer's  mine. 

HYMN   57.    Long  Metre. 

The  pkafures  of  a  gsod  ewfeience, 

1  T  ORD,  how  fecure  and  bleft  are  they 
•Ll  Who  fee!  the  joys  of  pardon  rd  fin  ! 
Should  ftorms  of  wrath  (hake  earth  and  fea, 
Their  minds  have  heav'n  and  peace  within. 

a  The  day  glides  fwiftly  o'er  their  heads, 
Made  up  of  innocence  and  love  ; 
And  (oft  and  filent  as  the  fhades, 
Their  nightly  minutes  gently  move. 

3  TQnick  as  their  thoughts  their  joys  come  OH, 

Bur  fly  not  half  To  fwift  away  : 
Their  foul;?  are  ever  bright  as  noon, 
And  calm  as  fummer  ev'nings  be. 

4  How  oft  they  look  to  th*  heav'nly  hills, 

Where  groves  of  living  pleafure  grow  ! 
And  longing  hopes  and  cheerful  fmiles 
Sit  undifturb'd  upon  their  brow.j 

5  They  fcorn  to  feek  our  golden  toys, 

But  fnend  the  day,  and  fhare  the  night, 
In  numbering  o'er  the  richer  joys 

That  heav'n  prepares  for  their  delight. 


Booic  2.]  H  Y  M  N  S.  161 

While  wretched  wc,  like  worms  and  moles, 

Lie  gror'Hng  in  the  deft  below: 
Almighty  grace,  renew  our  fouls! 

And  we'll  afpire  to  glory  too. 

H  Y<rM  N  $8,     Common  Metre. 
Thefiortnefs  of  life,  and  the  goodv.efs  of  G*d. 

HPUVtE!  what  an  empty  vapour  'tis*. 
■*    And  days,  how  fwift  they  are! 
Swift  as  an  Indian  arrow  flies, 
Or  like  a  mooting  ftar. 

|_The  prefent  moments  juft  appear; 

Then  Hide  away  in  halte, 
That  we  can  never  fay,  "  They're  here:" 

But  only  fay,  "  They're  paft."] 

$  [Oar  life  is  ever  on  the  wing, 
And  death  is  ever  nigh  : 
The  moment  when  our  lives  begin, 
We  all  begin  to  die.] 

4  Yet.  mighty  God!  our  fleeting  days 

Thy  lading  favors  mare; 
Yet  with  the  bounties  of  thy  grace 
Thou  load  ft  the  rolling  year. 

5  'Tis  fov'reign  mercy  finds  us  food, 

And  wc  are  cloth  d  with  love: 
While  grace  ftands  pointing  out  the  roadj 
That  leads  our  fads  above. 

6  His  goodntf;  runs  an  endlefs  round; 

Ail  gloty  to  the  Lord  ! 
Hts  mercy  never  knows  abound} 
And  be  hi3  name  a-dor'd! 


lOz  HYMNS.  [Book 

7  Thus  we  begin  the  lading  fong; 
And  when  we  clofe  our  eyes, 
Let  the  next  age  thy  praife  prolong, 
Till  time  and  nature  dies. 

H  Y  M  N    59.     Common  Metre. 

Partdife  on  earth. 

1  r^  LORY  to  God  that  walks  the  fky, 
VJT  And  fends  his  bleflings  through; 
That  tells  his  faints  of  joys  on  high, 
And  gives  a  tafte  below. 

a  [Glory  to  God  that  ftoops  his  throBe, 
That  duft  and  worms  may  fee't, 
And  brings  aglimpfc  of  glory  down* 
Around  his  facred  feet. 

3  When  Chrift,  with  all  his  graces  crown'd, 

Sheds  his  kind  beams  abroad, 
'Tis  a  young  heav'n  on  earthly  ground, 
And  glory  in  the  bud. 

4  A  blooming  Paradife  of  joy 

In  this  wild  defert  fprings. 

And  ev'ryf  nfe  I  (trait  employ 

On  fweetceleflial  things. 

5  White  lilies  all  around  appear, 

And  each  his  glory  mews; 
The  rofe  of  Sharon  blciToms  here, 
i  he  faireft  flow'r  that  blows. 

6  Cheerful  I  feaft  on  heavV.ly  fruit, 

And  drink  'he  pleafures  down; 
Pleafures  that  flow  hard  by  the  foot- 
Of  the  eternal  throne.] 


Book  2.]  HYMNS.  163 

7  Bnt  ah!  how  foon  my  joys  decay-' 

How  foon  my  fins  arife ! 
And  ihatch  the  heav'nly  fcene  away 
From  thefe  lamenting  eyes. 

8  When  fhall  the  time,  dear  Jefus,  when 

The  mining  day  appear, 
That  I  (hail  leave  thole  clouds  of  fin, 
And  guilt  and  darknefs  here? 

9  Up  to  the  fields  above  the  fkies, 

My  hafty  feet  would  go, 
There  eves  jailing  fiow'rs  arife, 
-And  joys  unwith'ring  grow. 

H  Y  M  N    60.     Long  Metre, 

The  truth  of  God  the  Protnlfer;  or,  The  pro'nh- 
es  are  ourjeeurtij. 

1  T>RAISF,  everlafting  praife,  be  paid 
•*T    To  him  that  earth  s  foundation  laid; 
Praife  to  the  God  whbfe  flrong  decrees 
Sway  the  creation  as  he  p'eafe. 

a  Praife  to  the  goodnefs  of  the  Lord, 
W  ho  rules  his  pep  pie  by  his  word, 
And  there,  as  ftrong  as  his  decrees, 
He  lets  his  kindeil  promiies. 

3  [Firm  as  the  words  his  prophets  give, 
Sweet  worcs  on  which  his  children  live; 
Each  of  them  is  the  voice  of  God, 
Who  fpoke,  and  fpread  the  ffcies  abroad. 

4  Each  of  them  pow'rful  as  that  found 
That  bid  the  new-made  world  go  round: 
And -Wronger  than  the  foJid  poles, 

On  which  the  wheel  of  nature  rolls. 


T&4  Jti   Y   M  JN  5.  [Book.  z 

5  Whence  then  mould  doubts  and  fears  arffe! 
Why  trickling  fortows  drown  our  eyes? 
Slowly,  a  as !  our  mind  receives 

t  he  comforts  that  our  Maker  gives. 

6  O  for  a  ftronj?-,  a  lading  faith, 
Tociedic  what  th'  Almighty  faith! 
T*  embrace  the  rriefla&e  oi  his  Son, 
And  call  the  joys  of  heaven  our  own: 

7  T!n:n,  mould  the  earth's  old  pillars  make, 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break, 

Our  Heady  fouls  would  tzar  no  moie 
Than  iblid  rocks  when  billows  roar. 

2  Our  everlafting  hopen  arife 
Above  the  ruinable  ikies, 
Where  the  Eternal  Builder  re'ipfis, 
And  his  own  courts  his  pow'riaitains. 

HYMN    61..     Common  Metre. 

A  thought  of  death  and  glory \ 

1  "jV/T Y  foul,  come  meditate  the  day, 
~        And  think  how  near  it  frauds. 
When  thou  mult  quit  tkis  houfe  of  clay, 
And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 

a  [And  you,  mine  eyes,  look  down  and  view 
The  hollow  gaping  tomb; 
This  gloomy  prifon  waits  for  yon, 
Whene'er  thefummons  come. J 

3  Oh!  could  we  die  with  thofe  that  die, 
AHd  place  us  in  their  Head; 
Then  would  our  fpirits  learn  to  fly, 
And  converie  with  the  dead-i 


4  Then  ihoald  we  fee  the  faints  abore, 

In  their  own  glorious  forms, 
And  wonder  why  cur  fouls  mould  love 
To  dwell  with  mortal  worms. 

5  [How  we  ihould  fcorn  thefe  clothes  of  flefh, 

ri 'hefe  fetters,  and  this  load  : 

And  long  for  evening  to  undrefs, 

That  we  may  relb  with  Go  J. '] 

6  We  (hotild  almoft  forfake  our  clay 

Before  the  fummons  come, 
And  pray,  and  wifti  our  fouls  away 
To  their  eternal  home. 

HYMN    62.     Common  Metre. 

Cod  the  Thunderer;  or,  The  lajl  judgment  and 
hdl* 

1  C  1NG  to  the  Lord,  ye  heav'nly  hofts; 
O   And  thou,  O  earth,  adorer 

Let  death  and  hell  thro'  all  their  coails 
Stand  trembling  at'his  pow'r. 

2  His  founding  chariot  fnakea  the  iky; 

He  makes  the  clouds  his  throne  ; 

There  ali  his  ftores  of  lightning  lie, 

Till  veng'ance  darts  them  down. 

3  His  noitrils  breath  out  fi  ry  dreams, 

And  from  his  awful  tongue, 
A  fovVeign  voice  divides  the  flames, 
And  thunder  roars  along. 

4  Think,  O  my  foul,  the  dreadful  day, 

When  this  incenfed  God 
Shall  rend  the  fky,  and  burn  the  fea, 
And  fling  his  wrath  abroad. 

*  Made  in  a  great  fuddtn  Jortn  of  thunder -9 
Augujl  29, 1697 


i66  HYMN  S.  [Book 

5  What  (hall  the  wretch,  the  Tinner,  do? 

He  once  defv'd  the  Lord! 
But  he  (hall  dread  the  I  hund'rer  now, 
And  fink  beneath  his  word. 

6  Tempefts  of  angry  fire  fhall  roll 

To  bl  a  ft  the  rebel  worm, 
And  beat  upon  his  naked  foul 
In  one  eternal  ftorm. 

HYMN    63.     Common  Metre. 
A  funeral  thought. 
1  TT  ARK!  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  found, 
XTl  My  ears  attend  the  cry; 
"  Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground, 
4<  Where  you  muft  fhortly  lie. 

%  "  Princes  this  eiay  muft  be  your  bcdt 
'*  In  fpite  or  all  your  towers; 
"  The  tali,  the  wife,  the  rev'rend  head, 
*'  Muft  lie  as  low  as  out  s.*' 

3  Great  God!  is  this  our  certain  doom? 

And  are  we  ftill  fecure? 
Still  walking  downward  to  our  tomb, 
Aad  yet  prepared  no  more! 

4  Grant  us  the  pow'r  of  quick'ning  grace, 

To  fit  our  fouls  to  fly; 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flefli, 
We'll  rife  above  the  fky. 

HYMN    64.     Long  Metre. 
God  the  glory  and  the  defence  of  Zion. 
I  TJ  APPY  the  church,  thou  (acted  place, 

•^    'he  feat  of  thy  Creator's  grace  j 
•     Thy  holy  court?  are  his  abode: 
Thou  earthly  palace  of  our  God. 


Book  2.J  HYMNS.  167 

a  Thy  walls  are  fbength,  and  at  thy  gates 
A  guard  of  hsav'nly  warriors  waits  5 
ISJer  (hall  thy  deep  foundations  move, 
Fix'd  on  his  counfels  and  his  love. 

3  Thy  foes  in  vain  defigns  engage, 
Againft  his  throne  in  vain  they  rage; 
Like  riling  waves  with  angry  roar, 
That  dam  and  die  upon  the  fhcre. 

4  Then  let  our  fouls  in  Zion  dwell; 
Nor  fear  the  wrath  of  Rome  and  hell; 
His  arms  embrace  this  happy  ground, 
Like  brazen  bulwarks  built  around. 

5  God  is  our  fhield,  and  God  our  fun; 
Swift  as  the  fleeting  moments  run, 
On  us  he  fheds  new  beams  of  grace, 
And  we  reflect  his  brightest  praiie. 

HYMN  65.     Common  Metre. 

The  hopes  af  heaven  our  fupport  under  trials  99 
earth- 

1  VTTHEN I  can  read  my  i  -tie  clear 
V  V     To  manfions  in  the  fides, 
I  bid  farewei  to  ev'ry  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes, 

a  Should  earth  againft  my  foul  engage* 
And  heliifn.  darts  be  huri'd, 
Then  I  can  fmile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  faceafrowning  wor;d. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 
-nd  ftorms  of  ibrrow  fall; 
May  I  but  fafely  reach  my  home,  * 

My  God,  myheav'n,  my  ail: 

E3 


i68  H  Y  M  N  S.  [Book  z. 

4  There  fhall  I  bathe  my  weary  foal 
In  leas  of  heav'nly  reft, 
And  net  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Acrcis  my  peaceful  breaft. 

II  Y  M  N    66.     Common  Metre. 

A  profpeSi  of  heaven  makes  death  cafy. 

1  nr*H£RE  is  a  land  of  pure  delifcht, 
A     Where  faints  immortal  reign3; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleafures  banilhpain. 

1  Tfvre  evei  lifting  fprinp  abides, 
And  never-wiih'rincr flowers: 
Death,  like  a  narrow  lea.  divides 
'l"h;s  htav'nlyJand  from1  curs. 

3   [Sweet  fields  beyond  the  f welling  flood, 
Stand  diefsM.in  living  green: 
So  to  the  Jews  o!d  Canaan  flood, 
Whiie  Jordan  roll  d  between. 


To  crofs  this  narrow  lea; 
And  linger,  fhiv'jing  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away.] 

5  O!  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Thnfe  g!o<M  y  doubts  that  rife, 
And  fee  the  Canaan  that  we  iove- 
WitbunbeciotKied  eye*! 

6  Gould  we  but  climb  where  Mcfes  flood, 

And  view  the  landfkip  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  (treams,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  ihore. 


Book  z.]         H  Y  M  N  S.  169 

H  Y  M  N    67.     Common  Metre. 
God  s  eternal  dortiinim. 

1   p"R£.Vr  God!  how  infinite  an  thou! 
^jr  What  wortMefs  worms  are  we.! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praife  to  thee. 

a  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  flood, 
Erefeirs  or  ftars  were  made; 
Thou  art  the  ever4i»ing  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

3  Nature  and  time  quite  naked  lie 

To  thine  immenfe  furvey. 

From  the  formation  of  the  fky, 

To  the  great  burning  day. 

4  Eternity,  with  al!  its  years, 

•  Stands  pcefeot  in  thy  view: 
To  thee  there's  nothing  old  appears j 
Great  God!  there's  nothing  new. 

5  Our  lives  thro*  various  feenes  are  drawn, 

\vd  wex'd  with  trifling  cares? 
While  thine  eternal  thought  moves  on 
I  kine  vindiftarb'd  afFairs, 

6  Great  God,  how  infinite  art  thou! 


vv'bat  wprthlefs  worms  ai 


e  we  r 


Let  the  vho'e  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praife  to  thee. 

H  Y   M  M  63.     Common  Metr< 
The  bumble  worjhip  of  heave?!. 

FATHER,  iloog^I  faint  to  fee 
The  place  of  th;ne  r;bodt: 
I'd  leave  thine  earthly  courts,  and  fisc 
Up  to  thy  feat,  my  God! 


i;«  HYMNS.  [Book  2, 

2,  Here  I  behold  thy  diftant  face, 
And  'tis  a  pleafing  fi£htj 
Bin  to  abi<'e  in  thine  embrace, 
Is  infinite  delight. 

3  I'd  part  *'ith  all  the  joys  offenfe, 

To  gaze  upon  thy  throne; 
PJeafure  fprings  frefh  forever  thence* 
Unfpeakable,  unknown. 

4  [  I  here  all  the  heav'nly  hoftr,  are  feen, 

In  mining  ranks  they  move, 
And  drink  immortal  vigor  in, 
With  wonder,  and  with  lore. 

5  Then  at  thy  feet  with  awful  fear 

Th    adoring  armies  fad ; 
With  joy  they  fhrink  to  nothing  there* 
Before  th'  eternal  All. 

6  There  I  would  vie  with  all  the  hoft 

In    utv  and  in  biifs; 
While  lefs  than  nothing  I  could  beau1, 
And  vanity  *  confeis.] 

7  The  more  thy  glories  ftrike  mine  eyes, 

The  humbler  I  (hall  lie; 
Thus  while  T  fink,  my  joys  /hall  rife 
Unmeafurably  high. 

H  Y  M  N  6g.     Common  Metre, 

The  fait  hfulnefs  of  God  in  the  promifes. 

1  rOEGIN,  my  toncue,  fome  heav'nly  theme, 
L  &  And  fpeak  fome  boundlefs  thing, 
The  mighty  works,  or  mightier  nara* 
Of  our  eternal  King. 

#  Ifaiah  xi.  17. 


IiOOK   ZcJ  XI      1      AVI    i\     O.  */  J 

%  Tell  of  his  wondrous  faithfulnefs, 
And  found  his  pow'r  abroad; 
Sing  the  fweet  promife  of  his  grace, 
And  the  performing  God. 

%  Proclaim,  "  Salvation  from  the  Lord, 
"  For  wretched  dying  men;" 
His  hand  has  writ  thefacred  word 
With  an  immortal  pen. 

4  Engrav'd  as  in  eternal  brafs 

The  mighty  promife  mines; 
Nor  can  the  pow'rs  of  darksefs  raze 
Thofe  everlailing  lines.] 

5  [He  that  can  dafh  whole  worlds  to  deatfl3 

And  make  them  when  he  pleafe; 
Ke  fpeciks,  and  that  almighty  breath 
Fulfils  his  great  decrees.  J 

6  His  very  word  of  grace  is  P:rong, 

As  that  which  buik  the  fides; 
The  voice  that  rolls  the  ftars  along, 
Speaks  all  the  promifes. 

7  He  faid,  "  Let  the  wide  heav'n  be  fpread,'* 

And  heav'n  was  Mretch'd  abroad; 
"  Abra'm,  Til  be  thy  God,"  he  faid, 
And  he  was  £bra  rn"s  God. 

I  O   might  I  hear  thy  heav'nly  tongue 
Bat whifper,  t(  Thou  art  mine!"' 
Thofe  gentle  words  'hould  raife  my  fong 
To  notes  aimed  divine. 

9  How  would  my  leaping  hrart  rejoice, 
Ardthrnkmy  heav'n  f-curei 
I  truftthe  a!i-creatitg  voice, 
And  faith  defiies  no  more.l 
E4 


Ijz  HYMNS.  [Book  2, 

HYMN    70.     Long  Metre. 

Cod's  dominion  over  the  fea. 

Pfalm  evil.  23,  Sec. 

*  (*JOD  of  the  Teas,  thy  thund'ring  voice 
^r  Makes  ail  the  rourmg  waves  rejoice! 
And  one  loft  word  of  thy  command, 
Can  fink  them  filcnt  in  the  land. 

4  If  but  a  Mofes  wave  thy  rod. 

The  fea  divides,  ard  owns  its  God; 
1  he  ftor my  floods  their  Maker  knew, 
And  let  his  chofen  armies  through- 

3  Thefcajy  flock?  am  id  ft  the  fea, 
To  thee,  thoir  Lotd,  a  tribute  pay; 
The  nieantil  fun  that  fwims  the  flood, 
Leaps  up,  and  means  a  praife  to  God. 

4  [The  larger  monftc  is  of  the  deep, 
On  thy  commands  attendance  keep; 
By  thy  perpmflion  fport  an  ^  play, 
Aftd  cleave  along  therr  foaming  way. 

5  If  (Tod  his  voice  of  tempeft  rears, 
Leviathan  Jies  fliM,  and  fears; 
Anon  he  lifts  his  noftrils  high, 
And  fpout?  the  ocean  to  the  flcy.] 

C  How  is  thyqlorious  pow'r  ador'd, 
Ami'ifl  thefe  wat'ry  nations,  Lord! 
Yet  the  hold  men  that  trace  the  feas. 
Bold  men!  refufe  their  Maker's  praife. 

?  {.What  {cenes  of  miracles  they  fee, 
And  never  tune  a  f->n^  to  rhee ! 
While  on  the  flooH  they  fafelvride, 
.They  curfe  the  hand  thet  fmooths  the  tide. 


Book  2.]  HYMN  S.  173 

8  Anon  they  plunge  in  wat'ry  graves, 
And  fome  drink  death  among  the  waves: 
Yet  the  Surviving  crew  blafpheme, 
Nor  own  the  God  that  refcu'd  them] 

9  O,  for  f)me  fignal  of  thine  hand! 
Shake  all  the  itas,  Loid,  fliake  the  land: 
Great  Judge,  defend,  left  men  deny 

1  hat  there's  a  God  that  rules  the  iky. 

From  //vlxxth  to  the  cviiith  Hymn.  J  hope  the 
reader  will forgive  the  negleci  of  rhyme  in  thefrjl 
and  third  ar.es  of  the  ftanza. 

HYMN    71.    Common  Metre. 
Praife  to  God  from  all  creatures. 
I  f  j  'HE  glories  of  my  Maker,  God? 
X    My  joyful  voice  (hall  (mg, 
And  call  the  nations  to  adore 
Then  Fotmer  and  their  King. 

4  'Twas  his  right  hand  that  fhap'd  our  clay, 
And  wrought  this  human  frame; 
Bur  from  his  own  imnie  iate  breath 
Our  nobler  fpirits  came. 

3  We  bring  our.  mortal  pow'rs  to  God, 

And  worfhip  with  our  tongues ; 
We  claim  fome  kindred  with  the  ikies, 
And  join  th' angelic  foirgs. 

4  Let  grov'ling  beafts  of  ev'ry  ftiape, 

And  fowls  of  ev'ry  wing, 
And  rocks,  and  tree?,  and  fires, and  feas, 
Their  various  tribute  bring. 

5  Ye  planets,  to  his  honor  fiiine, 

And  wheels  of  nature  roll; 
Praife  him  in  ycur  unwearied  ccurfe 
Around  the  Heady  pole. 


174  HYMN  S.  [Eook  * 

6  The  bflghtnefs  of  our  Maker's  name, 
The  wide  creation  fills; 
And  his  unbounded  grandeur  flies 
Beyond  the  heav'nly  hills. 

HYMN    72.     Common  Metre. 
The  Lord's  Day;  or,  The  refurretiion  of  Ctirijl. 
1  "D  LESS  Dmomingwhofe  young  dawnisgraya 
AJ  Beheld  our  rifirig  God; 
That  iaw  him  triumph  o'er  the  duft, 
And  leave  his  laft  abode! 

1  In  the  cold  prifon  cf  a  tomb 
The  dead  Redeemer  lay, 
Til!  the  revolving  fkies  had  brought 
The  third,  the  appointed  day. 

3  Hell  and  the  grave  unite  their  force 

To  hold  our  God  in  vain; 
The  deeping  conqueror  arcfe, 
-And  burft  their  feeble  chain. 

4  To  thy  great  name,  almighty  Lord, 

Thefeiacred  hours  we  pay, 
And  loud  ho  (annas  mall  proclaim 
I  he  triumpn  of  the  day. 

5  [Salvation  and  immortal  praifc 

To  our  victorious  King; 
Let  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  rocks,  and  feas, 
With  giad  hofannas  ring.] 

HYMN  73.     Common  Metre. 
Doubts  Scattered;  or,  Spiritual  joy  rcjiored. 
i  TJfENCE  from  my  foul  fad  tho'ts  begone, 
JUL    And  leave  me  to  my  joys; 
My  tongue  (hall  triumph  in  my  God, 
And  make  a  joyful  noife. 


Book  2.]  HYMN  S.  i75« 

a  Darknefs  and  doubts  had  veil'd  my  mind, 
And  drown'd  my  head  in  tears, 
Till  fov'reign  grace  with  miniag  rays 
Diipeli'd  my  gloomy  fears. 

3  O,  what  immortal  joys  I  felt> 

And  raptures  all  divine, 
■  When  Jefus  told  me,  I  was  his* 
And  my  Beloved,  mine! 

4  In  vain  the  tempter  frights  my  foul, 

And  breaks  my  peace  in  vain 
One  glimpfe,  dear  Saviour,  of  thy  face 
Revives  my  jovs  again. 

K  Y  M  N    74.     Short  Metre. 

Repentance  from  a  fcnfs  of  divine  goodnefs  ;  01* 
Complaint  of  ingratitude, 

t  JS  this  the  kind  return, 
*  And  thefe  the  thanks  we  owe? 

Thus  to  abufe  eternal  love, 
Whence  all  our  bleilings  flow! 

%  To  what  a  ftubborn  frame 
Hath  lin  reduc'dour  mind! 

What  fbange  rebellious  wretches  we* 
And  God  as  ftrangeiy  kind? 

3  [On  us  he  bids  the  fun 
Shed  his  reviving  rays; 

For  us  the  fides  their  circles  run 
To  lengthen  cut  our  days. 

4  The  brutes  obey  their  God* 
And  bow  their  necks  to  men; 

But  we  more  bafe,  more  brutiilt  things 
Rejeft  his  eafy  reign.3 


tj6  HYMNS.  [Book  z. 

$  Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God! 

And  mould  our  ibuis'sfreih! 

Bre?.k,  fcv'reign  grace,  thefe  hearts  of  {lone, 
An1  give  us  hearts  of  ftefh. 

6  let  pad  ingratitude 

Provoke  our  weepirgeyes, 

And  hourly,  as  new  mercios  fall, 
tet  hourly  thaaks  anfe. 

HYMN    75.    Common  Metre. 

Spiritual and  eternal  joy  ;  or.  The  beatific  fight  of 
thrift. 

1  Tp ROM  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  mall  rife* 
X     And  run  eternal  rounds, 
JBeyomi  the  lmits  of  the  fkies, 
And  all  created  bounds. 

#  The  holy  triumphs  of  my  foul 
Sha!!  death  itielf  out  brave; 
Leave  dull  mortality  behind, 
And  rly  beyond  the  grave. 

3  There,  where  myblefTed  Jefus  reigns 

In  hearVs  unm-^aiur  d  ipace, 
I'll  fptnd  a  long  eterrfty 
In  pleafure  and  in  praife. 

4  Millions  of  years  my  wond'ringeyes 

Sbal  0  er  thy  beauties  rove, 
And  endl'efe  ages  I'll  adore 
The  glories  of  thy  love. 

5  [Sv/ect  Jefus  !  ev'ry  fmile  of  thine 

Shal'  jfrefli  endearments  bring; 
And  thoufa&d  tafl.es  or  new  delight 
from  all  thy  graces  fpricg. 


Book  2.]  H  Y  M  N  9,  V7 

6  Hafte,  my  bclov'd,  frtch  my  foul 
Up  to  thybleft  abode! 
Fly,  for  my  i pa r i t  longs  to  fee, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 3 

H  Y  M  N  j6.     Common  Metre. 

Ths  refurrstthn  and  afc:?ijion  of  Chrijt, 

i  JJOSANNA  to  the  Prince  of  Light, 
That  cloth 'd  himfelfin  clay; 
Inter'd  the  iron  gates  of  death, 
And  tore  the  bars  away. 

*  Death  is  no  more  the  king  of  dread, 
Since  our  immanuel  rofe; 
Ke  took  the  tyrant's  fling  away, 
And  ipoil'd  our  helliihfoes. 

3  See  how  the  Conqu'ror  mounts  alofi:, 

'  dnd  to  his  Father  ilies, 
With  fears  of  honor  in  his  fiefti, 
And  triumph  in  his  eyes. 

4  There  our  exalted  Saviour  reigns* 

And  fcatters  bJe&ngs  down; 
Our  Jefus  iills  the  middle  feat 
Of  the  celeilial  throne. 

5  [Rjftfe  your  devotion,  mortal  tongues, 

To  reach  his  biefs'd  abode; 
Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  foDgs 
To  our  incarnate  God. 

6  Bright  angels,  fkikeyour  loudeft  firings* 

Your  iweeteft  voices  raife; 
Let  heav'n  and  all  created  things, 
Sound  our  Imraanuei's  pratfe. 


n*  HYMNS.  [Book-, 

HYMN    y7.     Long  Metre. 
The  Ghriftian  warfare. 
%  rQTAND  up,  my  foul,  make  off  thy  fears, 
I   ■-*   And  gird  the  gofpel  armour  on; 
March  to  the  gates  of  end'efs  joy, 

Where  thy  great  Captain -Saviour's  gone. 
a  HeJI  and  thy  (ins  refill  thy  courfe, 

Bu'.  hci!  and  fin  are  vanquilh'd  foes; 
Thy  Jefus  nail'd  them  to  the  crofs, 
hud  lung  the  triumph  when  he  rofe.j 

$  [What  tho'  the  prince  of  darknefs  rage, 
And  waite  the  fury  of  his  fpite ; 
Eternal  chains  confine  him  down 
'  p  irry  deeps,  and  endlefs  night. 

4  What tjio'  thine  inward  lufts  rebel; 

'  I  is  but  a  ttrunging  gafp  for  life; 
The  weapons  of  victorious  grave 
Shall  flsy  thy  fins,  ana  end  the  ftrife.j 

5  Then  let  my  foul  march  bondly  on, 

Prefs  forward  to  the  heav'niy  gate; 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 

And  glitt'ring  robes  for  conqu'rors  wait, 

6  There  (hall  I  wear  a  {tarry  crpwn, 

And  triumph  in  almighty  grace; 
While  all  the  armies  or  the  (kit  s 
Jcin  in  my  glorious  Leadei's  praife. 

HYMN    78.     Common  Metre, 

Redemption  by  Chrijl. 

C  X  "TT  HEN  the  firft  parents  of  our  race 
W    Rebell'd  and  loft  their  God, 
£nd  the  infection  of  their  fin  1 

Had  tainted  all  our  blood ! 


Book  z.]  HYMNS.  179 

2  Infinite  pity  touchdthe  heart 

Of  the  eternal  Son; 
Defcending  from  the  heav'nly  court, 
He  left  his  Father's  throne. 

3  Afide  the  Prince  of  Glory  threw 

His  moil  divine  array, 
And  wrappM  his  Godhead  in  a  veil 
Of  our  inferior  clay. 

4  His  living  povv'r,  and  dying  love, 

Redeem'd  unhappy  man. 
And  rais'd  the  ruins  of  our  race 

To  life  and  God  again. 
j  To  thee,  azdv  Lord,  our  flefti  and  foul 

We  joyfully  refign; 
Blefs'd  J*:ius,  take  us  for  thy  own, 

For  we  are  doubly  thine. 
6  Thy  honor  fliall  for  ever  be 

The  bufintfs  of  our  days; 
For  ever  ihal!  our  thankful  tongues 

Speak  thy  deferved  praife. 

HYMN   79.     Common  Metre. 
Traifs  to  the  Redeemer. 

1  TJLUNG'D  in  a  gulph  of  daik  deipair, 
A     We  wrerched  iinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  btim  of  hope, 
Or  fpark  of  glimra'i  ing  day. 
%  With  pitying  eyes,  the  Prince  of  Grace 
Beheld  our  help  eft  grief; 
He  law,  arrd  ( O  amazing  love!) 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 
3  Downfiom  the  mining  feats  above 
With  joyful  hafte  he  fled, 
Entered'  the  grave  in  mortal  flefh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  cUad. 
F 


i to  H  Y  M'N  S.         [Boot 

4  He  fpoil'd  the  pow'rs  of  da-knefsthus, 

And  brake  our  iron  chains: 
Jcfu   had  f<eeo  our  captive  fouls 
Frcrn  tverlafting  pains, 

5  [In  vain  the  bafhVd  prince  of  hell 

T 1 1 «t  curfed  pre  j  els  tries; 
We  that  were  doom'd  his  endlefs  /laves, 
Are  rais'd  above  the  fides.] 

6  O  !  foi  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hil's 

'   iVir  lafting  filence  break. 
And  ?\\  .harmonious  human  tongues 

The  Saviour's  praifes  fpeak. 
y  [Yes   we  will  praife  thee,  dearefl Lord! 

Onr  fouls  are  all  on  flame; 
Hoianna  reund  the  fpacious  earth 

To  thine  adored  name."] 
8  Anpel?!  afiifl  cur  mightv  joys, 

Strike  all  yotirh?rps  of  gold; 
But  when  you  raife  your  higheft  notes, 

His  lovt  can  ne'er  be  told. 

HYMN   8o.    Short  Metre. 
God  s  awful  ponver  and  gdodnefs. 
t  f*\H!  the  almighty  Lord! 

^   How  matchlefs  is  his  pow'r! 

remble,  O  earth,  beneath  his  word, 
"While  all  the  heav'ns  adore. 
»  Let  proud  impeiious  kings 
Bow  low  before  his  thmne! 

Crouch  to  his  feet,  jp  haughty  thtflgy, 
Or  he  (hall  tread  you  down. 
3  P  bove  the  fkies  he  reigns, 
And  with  amazing  blows, 

lie  dea's  onfuff  rable  pains 
On  bis  rebellious  foes, 


Book  2.]  HYMNS.  181 

4  Yet,  everlafling  God! 

We  love  to  fpeak  thy  praife; 

Thy  fceptre's  equal  to  thy  rod, 
The  freptre  of  thy  grace. 

5  The  arms  of  mighty  love 
Defend  our  Zion  well, 

And  heav'nly  mercy  walls  us  round 
From  Babylon  and  hell. 

6  Salvation  to  the  King 
That  fits  enthron'd  above; 

Thus  we  adore  the  God  of  might, 
And  bleis  the  God  of  love. 

JrL  Y  M  N     81.     Common  Metre. 
Our  Jin  the  caufe  of  Ckrift's  death. 

1  A  ND  now  the  fcales  have  left  mine  eyes, 
■^  Now  1  bfgin  to  fee: 

O.  the  curs'd  deeds  my  fins  have  done! 
What  murd'rous  things  they  be! 

3  Were  thefe  the  traitoTs,  deareil  Lord, 

That  thy  fair  body  tore! 
Monfters.  that  ilain'd  thoie  heav'nly  limbs 
With  floods  of  purple  gore! 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 

My  de;reft  LordVas  fiain, 
When  juftice  feiz'd  God's  only  Son, 
<\nd  put  his  foul  to  pain? 

4  Forgive  my  guilt,  O  Prince  of  Peace; 

I'd  wound  my  God  no  more: 
Hence  from  my  heart,  ye  fins,  be  gone, 
For  Jefus  I  adore. 

5  Furnifh  me,  Ixrd,  with  heav'nly  arms? 

From  grace's  magazine, 

And  I'll  proclaim  eternal  war 

With  ev'ry  darling  fin. 


*g2  HYMNS.  [Book  : 

HYMN    82.     Common  Metre. 
Redemption  and  prcteillon  from  fpirituai ' enemisu  * 
1    A  RISE,  my  foul,  my  joyful  pow'rs, 
**-    *  ad  triumph  in  my  God  ; 
Awake,  my  voice,  and  loud  proclaim 
His  glorious  grace  abroad. 

a  He  rais'd  me  From  the  ctepths  of  fin, 
The  gates  Of  gaping  hell, 
And  fix'd  my  ftanding  more  fecure 
Than  'twas  before  I  fell. 

3  The  arms  of  everlafting  love 

Beneath  ruyfoul  he  piae'd, 
And  on  the  rock  of  ages  fee 
My  flippYy  footfteps  fall. 

4  The  city  of  my  bleit  abode 

Is  wail'd  around  with  grace; 
Salvation  for  a  bulwark  Hands 
'1  o  Ihield  the  ikcred  place. 

5  Satan  may  vent  his  (harpeit  ipite. 

And  all  his  legions  roar; 
Almighty  mercy  guards  my  life, 
/\nd  bounds  his  raging  pow'r.  " 

6  Arife,  my  foul,  awake,  my  voice, 

And  tunes  of  pleafure  hng, 
Loud  hallelujahs  fhall  addrefs 
My  Saviour  and  my  King. 

HYMN   83.     Common  Metre. 

The  pajjion  and  exaltation  of  Chrift. 

I  HTHUS  faith  the  Ruler  of  the  fides, 
X    «'  Awake,  my  dreadful  fword; 
*'  Awake,  my  wrath,  and  fmite  the  man, 
"  My  fellow,"  faith  the  Lord, 


Book  2.J  H  V  M  N  SI  183 

a  Veng'ance  receiv'd  the  dread  command. 
And  armed,  down  (he  flies; 
Jefus  fubmits  t'  his  Father's  hand, 
And  bows  his  head,  and  dies. 

3  But  O,  the  wifdom  and  the  grace 

That  join  with  vengance  now; 
He  dies  to  fave  our  guilty  race, 
And  yet  he  rifes  too. 

4  A  perfon  fo  divine  was  he, 

Who  yielded  to  be  ilain, 
That  he  could  give  his  foul  away, 
Anfl  take  his  life  again. 

5  Live,  glorious  Lord!  and  reign  on  higb> 

Let  ev'ry  nation  fing, 
And  angels  found  with  endlefs  joy 
The  Saviour  and  the  King. 

HYMN    84.     Short  Metre*. 
The  fame, 

2  /"^OME,  all  harmonious  tongues, 
^  Your  noblefl  mufic  bring* 

'  T  is  Chrift  the  everlaftir.g  God, 
And  Chrift  the  man,  we  fing. 
5t  Tell  how  betook  our  fiefh, 
To  take  away  our  guilt; 

Sing  the  dear  drops  of  facred  blood 
That  he'lifh  monfters  fpilt. 

3  [Alas!  the  cruel  fpear 
Went  deep  into  his  fide, 

And  the  rich  flood  of  purple  gors 
Their  caurd'rous  weapons  dy'd.] 

4  [The  waves  of  fwelling  grief 
Did  o'er  his  bofom  roll,    . 

And-moumains  of  almighty  wrath 
Lay  heavy  on  his  ibui.j 


i84  HYMN  S.  [Book 

5  Down  to  the  fhades  of  death 
He  bowd  his  awful  head  ; 

Yet  he  arofe  to  live  and  reign 
When  death  itfelf  is  dead. 

6  No  more  the  bloody  fpear 
Thecrofs  and  nails  no  more; 

For  heil  itfelf  makes  at  his  name, 
And  all  the  heav'ns  adore. 

7  T  here  the  Redeemer  fits, 
High  on  the  Father's  throne; 

The  Father  lays  his  veng'ance  by, 
And  fmiles  upon  his  Son. 
2  There  his  full  glories  mine 
With  uncreated  rays, 

And  blefs  his  faints  and  angels  eyes 
To  everlafting  days. 

HYMN    85.     Common  Metre. 

Sufficiency  of  pardon, 

1  "1X7  HY  does  your  face,  ye  humble  fouls, 
vv    Thofe  mournful  colours  wear! 
What  doubts  are  theie  that  wafte  your  faithj 
And  nourim  your  defpair. 
a  What  tho'  your  num'roos  (ins  exceed 
The  ftars  that  riil  the  fkies. 
And  aiming  at  th'  eternal  throne, 
Like  pointed  mountains  rife. 

3  What  tho'  your  mighty  guilt  beyond 

The  wide  creation  fwell, 
And  hath  its  curs'd  foundations  laid 
Low  a?  the  deeps  of  hell: 

4  See  bete  an  endlefs  ocean  flows 

Of  never-failing  grace; 
B'-hold  a  dying  Saviour's  veins 
'I  ho.  facred  flood  increaie: 


5  It  rifes  high,  and  drowns  the  hills, 
Has  neither  lhore  nor  bound  ; 
Now.  if  we  iearch  to  rind  our  fins, 
Our  fins  can  n^'er  be  found. 

.5  Awake,  our  hears,  adore  the  grace 
Tha^  buries  all  our  rau'ts, 
And  paid'ning  blood,  that  iwells  above 
Our  follies,  and  our  thoughts 

HYMN    $6.     Common  Metre. 

Freedom  from  Jin  and  ?nifsry  in  heaven* 

I  {"\UR  fins,  alas!  how  flrong  they  be! 
v^    lndiike  a  violent  iea, 
They  break  our  duty,  Lord,  to  thee, 
And  hurry  us  away. 

a  The  waves  of  trouble,  how  they  rife! 
How  : oud  the  tempeits  roar! 
But  death  ihall  land  our  weary  fouls 
Safe  on  the  heav'nly  more. 

3  There,  to  fulfil  his  fweet  commands, 

Our  fpeedy  feet  fhall  move ; 
No  fin  (hall  clog  our  winged  zeal, 
Or  cool  our  burning  love. 

4  There  fhall  we  fit,  and  fing,  and  tell 

The  wonders  of  his  rrace, 
'Till  heav'uly  rapture?  fire  our  heartSj 
And  fmilein  ev'iy  face. 

5  For  ever  his  dear  facred  name 

Shall  dwell  upon  our  tongue, 
And  Jffus  and  falvanon  be 
The  clofc  of  ev'ry  /ong. 


!5fr  H    Y    M   JN    S.  [tfoOK  2* 

HYMN    87.     Common  Metre. 

The  divine  glories  above  our  reafon. 

t  TTOW  wondrous  great,  how  glorious  bright 
XJl    Muft  oui  creator  be, 
V\  ho  o'wells  amidfr.  the  dazzling  light 
Of  vaft  infinity! 

a  Ouvfoaring  fpirits  upwards  rife 
r'ward  the  ceirftial  throne: 
Fain  would  we  fee  the  blefTed  Three, 
And  the  almighty  One. 
I  Our  reafon  fbetches  all  its  wings, 
nci  oftmbs  above  the  fides: 
Butftill  how  r>.r  beneath  thy  feet 
Our  gr<  vTmg  reafon  lies! 

4  [Lord!  here  we  bend  our  humble  fouls,? 

And  a v» fully  adore, 
For  the  weak  pinions  of  cur  mind 
Can  ftrttch  a  thought  no  more-"} 

5  Thy  glories  infinitely  rife 

Above  our  lahVng  tongue; 
In  vain  the  bighelT  iVraph  tries 
To  forsn  an  equal  for.g. 

6  [In  humble  notes  our  faith  adores 

The  great  myfterions  King, 
,  WhiJp  ?ngels  §rain  theft  nobler  powers, 
And  fwcet  th'  immortal  firing. 

HYMN    88.     Common  Metre. 
Salvation. 

I  OUAMTION!   O,  the  joyful  fbund: 
Vis  pleaHire  to  our  ear?  ; 
A  fov'reigp  balm  for  et'ry  wound, 
A  cordial  for  cur  fears. 


BOOK  2. J  n    *    1Vi   ^    ^* 

a  Bury'd  in  forrowand  in  fin, 
At  hell's  dark  doer  we  lay; 
But  we  arife  by  grace  divine 
To  fee  a  heav'nly  day. 
3  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 
The  fpacious  earth  around, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  iky 
Confpire  to  raife  the  found. 

HYMN    89.     Common  Metre. 
Ghnfl's  vtfory  over  Satan^ 
X  T_]  OSANNA  to  our  conqu'ring  King! 
*  *   The  prince  of  darknels  flies, 
His  troops  ru!h  headlong  down  to  hell, 
Like  lightning  from  the  fkies. 
5  TVere,  bound  in  chains,  the  lions  rear, 
And'  fright  the  refcu'd  (beep; 
But  neavy  bars  confine  their  pow'r 
And  malice  to  the  deep. 

3  Hcfarma  to  our  conqu'ring  King! 

All  hail,  incarnate  love! 
Ten  thoufand  fongs  and  glories  wait 
To  crOWS  thy  head  above. 

4  Thy  w&'fies  and  thy  deathlefs  fame 

thro'  the  wide  world  fhall  run, 
And  everlafting  ages  ling 
The  triumphs  thou  haft  wen. 

HYMN  go.     Common  Metre. 
Faith  in  Chrifi  for  pardon  andfanciificat'.oiu 

HOW  fad  our  {late  by  nature  isl 
Our  fin  how  deep  it  flains! 
And  Saran  binds  our  captive  minds 
Fall  in  his  flavifh  chains- 
F  2 


158  Ft    *     m    IN    d.  f^BOOlC  2 

a  But  there's  a  voice  of  fov'reign  grace 

Sounds  from  the  iacred  word; 

"  Hj!  ye  de-fpairing  finners,  come, 

"    iOvi  truii  upon  the  Lord." 

3  My  foul  obeys  the  almighty  call> 

And  runs  to  this  relief; 
I  would  believe  thy  promife,  Lord; 
O  help  my  unbelief. 

4  LTo  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  blood, 

Incarnate  God!  1  fly! 
Here  let  me  warn  my  ipotted  foul 
From  crimes  of  deepeft  dye. 

5  Stretch  out  thine  arm,  victorious  King, 

My  reigning  fins  fubdue;    , 
Drive  the  old  dragon  from  his  feat* 
With  all  his  hellifh  crew. 

6  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helplefs  worm, 

On  thy  kind  arms  I  fall: 
Be  thou  my  ftrength  and  righteoufnefs, 
JVly  Jdiis,  and  my  all. 

H  Y  M  N  91.     Common  Metre. 
The  glory  dfCkriJl  in  heaven, 
1  f)H,  the  delights,  the  heav'nly  joys, 
The  glories  of  the  place, 
Where  Jefus  fheds  the  brigbted  beams 
Of  his  o'erflowing  grace! 
a  Sweet  nuajefty  and  awful  love 
Sit  fmihng  on  his  brow, 
And  all  the  glorious  ranks  above 
At  humble  diftance  bow. 
3  [Princes  to  his  imperial  name 

Bend  their  bright  fceptres  down: 
Dominions,  thrones,  and  pow'rs  rejoice 
Jo  fee  him  wear  the  crown. 


L     Book  2.j  n   I    1V1  IN  o,  **£ 

4  Arch-angeh  found  his  lofty  praife 
I  hro   ev'ry  htav  n!y  ltn-tt, 

And  i-y  their  higheft  honors  down 
Submimve  at  his  feet. 

5  Thofe  foft,  thofe  blelTed  feet  of  his, 
I  hat  once  rude  iron  tore, 

High  on  a  throne  oflipht  they  ftand. 
And  all  the  (aims  adore. 

6  His  head,  the  dear  maj  ftic  head 
That  cruel  thorns  did  <"ound, 

See  what  immortal  glories  mine, 
And  circle  it  around!] 

7  This  is  the  man,  th'  exaited  man 
Whom  we  unfeen  adore; 

But  when  our  eyes  behold  his  face. 
Our  hearts  mall  love  him  more. 

8  [Lord,  how  our  fouls  are  a!i  ©n  fire 
To  fee  thy  blefs'd  abode,- 

Our  tongues  rejoice  in  tunes  of  praife 
To  our  incarnate  God  I 

9  And  while  our  faith  enjoys  this  fight, 
We  long  to  leave  our  clay; 

And  with  thyfi'ry  chariots,  Lord, 
To  fetch  our  fouls  away] 
HYMN    92.     Common  Metre. 
The  church  faved,  and  her  enemies  uifappQi?itsd* 
Compofed  the  5th  of  November,  1694. 
1  CHOUf  to  the  Lord,  and  let  our  jjys 
O   Thro*  the  whole  nation  run  ; 
Ye  Chr-ltian  fkies,  refound  the  noife 
Beyond  the  rifmg  fun. 
a  Thee,  mighty  God !  our  fouls  admire; 
Thee  our  glad  voices  fing  ; 
And  join  with  thecebftial  choir 
Xo  praife  th'  eternal  Iviug. 


rgo  HYMNS.     •    [Book  2, 

j  Thy  pow'r  the  whole  creation  rules, 
*nd  on  the  ftanv  fkies 
Sits  fmiling  at  the  weak  defigns 
rhtne  envious  foes  dtvife. 

4  Thy  jfcprn  derides  their  feeble  rage* 

And  with  an  awful  frown 
Flings »vaft  confufion  on  their  plotSj 
And!  fhakes  their  Babel  down, 

5  [Their  fecret  fires  in  caverns  lay, 

And  we  the  dcrifice: 
Bir  gloomy  caverns  ftiove  in  vain 
i'o  'fcape  all- Marching  eyes. 

6  Their  dark  dpfigns  were  all  reveaPdy 

Their  tn-afons  all  betray'd: 
Pra'fe  to  tue  Lord  that  broke  the  fnare 
Thei--  carted  bandsvhad  laid. 

7  In  v^-n  the  bufy  fons  of  hell 

Still  new  .rebellions  trv, 
Their  fouls  mall  pine  with  envioue  rage5 
''nd  v.3x  away  and  die. 

8  Almighty  grace  defnds  our  land 

From  their  malicious  pow  r: 
Let  Oh^Jftians  with  united  fongs 
Almi.'hry  g»ace  adore. 

HYMN    93.     Short  Metre. 
Got  all,  and  in  a  I.     Pfalm  Ixxiii.  35. 
1  "IV/TY  God,  my  life,  mv  love; 
iVl    To  thee,  to  thee  I  call; 

I  cannot  lite  if  thou  remove, 
Fci  thou  ait  all  in  all. 
a  [  t'hy  mining  grace  can  cheer 
This  dungeon  where  I  dwell; 

'  I  is  Para  life  when  thoa  art  here; 
If  thou  depart  'tis  hell.} 


B60K2.]  HYMNS.  191 

3  [The  failings  of  thy  face, 
How  amiable  they  are! 

'Tis  heav'n  to  reft  in  thine  embrace 
And  no  where  elfebut  there.] 

4  [To  rhee,  and  thee  alone, 
The  angels  owe  their  bh% 

They  fit  afound  thy  gracious  throne. 
And  d weir- where  Jefusis.] 

5  [Not  ail  the  harps  above 
Can  nwke  a  heav'nly  place, 

If  God  hi?  refidence  remove, 
Of  but  ccviceal  his  face.] 

6  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  (ley, 
Can  one  delight  afford  ;    \ 

"Mo,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy, 
Without  thy  presence,  Lord. 
*j  Thou  art  the  %pf  love, 
Where  a  1  my^aiures  rod: 

The  circle  Where  my  paiiicns  move, 
And  centre  o{  my  fouli 
$  [To  thee  my  fpir'us  fly 

With  infinite  defire:  ' 

And  yet  how  far  from  thee  I  h«! 
Dear  Jeius,  raiie  me  higher.] 

H  Y  M  N  94.     Common  Metre. 
Gid  mj  only  hapfivtfs.    pfa!m  Ixxiii.  %$• 

MY  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 
My  everiafting  all, 
I've  none  but  thee  in  heav'n  above, 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 
»  [What  empty  things  are  all  the  ikies, 
And  this  inferior  ciod! 
There's  nothing  here  deferas  my  joys, ■ 
There's  oothicg  like  my  God. J 


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192  HYMN    S.  [BOOK  2. 

3  [In  vain  the  bright,  the  burning  fun, 

Scatters  his  feeble  light : 
?Tis  thy  fweet  beams  create  my  noonj 
if  thou  withdraw,  'tis  night. 

4  And  whilft  upon  my  reftlefs  bed, 

Amongil  the  fhades  I  roll, 
If  my  Redeemer  ihews  hi?  head, 
'Tis  morning  with  my  ibul.] 

5  To  thee  we  own  our  wealth  and  friends, 

And  health,  and  iafe  abode: 
Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things, 
Bat  they  are  not  my  God. 

6  How  vain  a  toy  is  glitt'ring  wealth, 

If  once  compar'd  to  thee? 
Or  what's  my  fafety  or  my  health, 

Or  aii  my  friends  to  me? 
1  Were  I  pofleffor  oFthe  earth, 

Andcall'd  theilars  my  own; 
Without  thy  graces,  and  thyfelf, 

I  were  a  wretch  uno.one, 
%  Let  others  ftretch  their  arms*like  feas, 

And  grafp  in  all  the  more: 
Grant  niethe  vifits  of  thy  face, 

And  I  defire  no  more, 

HYMN   95,     Common  Metre. 
hook  on  htm  nubovi  they  pierced,  and  ?wum, 
1  T  Is  FINITE  grief !  amazing  woe! 
-I   Behold  my  bleeding  Lord! 
HelJ  and  the  Jews  cOnipir'd  his  death, 

And  tts'd  the  Roman  fword. 
%  O,  ihe  iharp  pangs  of  i'marting  pain, 

My  dear  Redeemer  bore! 
When  knotty  whips  and  jagged  thorns 

His  (acred  body  tore! 


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Book  2.]  HYMN  5.  193 

5  But  knotty  whips  and  jagged  thorns 
In  vain  to  I  accuie: 
In  vain  J  blame  the  Roman  bands, 
And  the  morefpiteful  Jews: 

4  'Twere  yon,  my  fins,  my  cruel  fins, 

His  chief  tormentors  were; 
Each  of  my  crimes  became  a  nail, 
And  unbelief  the  fpear. 

5  'Twere  you  that  puii'd  the  veng'ance  down 

Upon  his  guiitleis  hea*; 
Bieak,  break,  my  heart!  O  burfl  mine  eyes, 
And  let  my  furrows  bleed. 

6  Strike,  might  grace,  mv  flinty  foul, 

Till  melting  waters. flow, 
And  deep  repentance  drown  mine  eyes' 
in  undiiT:mbied  woe. 

H  Y  M  N    96.    Common  Metre. 

Dijiinguijhing  love';  or.  Angels  punijhzd,  and 

menfaved. 

2  T"\OWN  headlong  from  their  native  fides, 
jLJ   The  rebel  angels  fell, 

And  thunder-bolts  of  naming  wrath 
Purfu'd  them  deep  to  hell. 
a  Down  from  the  top  of  earthly  blifs 
Rebellious  men  was  huri'ri; 
And  Je'fus  iloop'd  beneath  the  grave 
To  reach  a  finking' world. 

3  G  love  of  infinite  degree! 

Unmeafu table  gtiac&! 
Muil  heavVs  eternal  darling  die 
To  lave  a  trait's ous  race? 

4  ^luii  angels  fink  fcr  ever  4own* 

And  bi-ro  in  quenchlefs  fire, 
While  God  (briakes  his  mining  throne 
To  raife  us  wretches  higher  ? 


i94-  H  Y  M  N  S.  [Book  z. 

$  O  for  th)«  love  Fei  earth  and  fkies 
With  h     l\'u};  hs  ring, 
Ami  the  full  rhoir  of  human  tongues 
All  hallelujahs  fing, 

H  Y  M  N   97.    Long  Metre. 
The  fame. 
I  "J7ROM  heav'n  the  (Inning  angels  fell, 

x    And  wra-h  and  da~knefs  chained  themdowfl; 
Bet  man,  vile  man,  forfook  his  blils, 
And  mercy  lifts  him  to  a  crown. 

a  Ar'azing  work  of fov'reign  grace, 
1  hat  could  diflinguifri  rebels  foi 
Our  guii-y  treafbns  cab'd  aloud 
F  r  eeerlafting  feuers  too. 

3  To  thee,  to  thee,  almighty  Love, 
Ou.f  foul?,  ."uirfclves,  oar  all  we  pays 

N  Millions  of  tongues  fhaii  found  thy  praife 
C.i  the  bright  hi, Is  of  heav'nly  day. 

K  Y  M  N  98.    Common  Metre. 
Nardnefs  of  heart  complained  of 

1  TV!  ^  ^eart>  '10w  dreadful  hard  it  is.! 
J-V*   Row  heavy  here  it  lies! 
Heavy  and  cold  within  my  breaft, 
jut!  like  a  rock  of  ice! 

<%  Sin.  like  a  racing  tyrant  fits 
Upori  this  nSnty  throne, 
Ar<'  cViv  <ace  lies  burv'd  deep 
Beneath  \ bis  heart  of  flone. 
3  How  ftldQm  do  I  rife  to  God# 
Or  ta^€  tne  jovs  above!  ( 
Th  n  ..refits  down  my  faith, 

And  chills  my  flaming  love. 


Book  2.]  HYMNS,  19: 

^4  When  fmiling  mercy  courts  my  foul, 

With  all  its  beav'nly  charms, 

This  ilubhorn,  this  re  entJefs  thing, 

Would  thru  ft  it  from  my  arms. 

5  Againft  the  thunders  of  thy  word 

Rebellious  I  have  flood; 
My  heart,  it  (bakes  not  at  the  wrath 
And  terrors  of  a  God. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  fteep  this  rock  of  mine 

In  thine  own  crimfon  f?a! 
Konebuia  bath  of  blood  divine 
Can  melt  the  flint  away. 

HYMN    99.     Common  Metre. 

The  bcok  of  God's  decrees. 

fet  T.  ET  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie 
-L j  Abas'd  before  their  God; 
Whate'er  his  fov 'reign  voice  hath  form'd 
He  governs  with  a  rfod. 
a  [Ten  thoufand  ages  e'er  the  fides 
Were  into  motion  brought, 
All  the  long  years  and  worlds  to  come 
Stood  prefent  to  his  thought. 

3  There's  not  a  fparrowor  a  worm 

But's  found  in  his  decrees: 
Ke  raifes  monarchs  to  their  throng 
And  finks  them  as  he  pleafe.} 

4  If  light  attends  the  coui  fe  I  run, 

'  i  is  he  provides  thofe  rays ; 
And  'tis  his  hand  that  hides  my  fun, 
If  darknefs  cloud  my  dsv1?. 

5  Yet  I  would  not  be  much  concerned, 

Nor  vainly  long  to  fee 
The  volumes  of  his  deep  decrees, 
What  months  are  writ  for  me. 


i96  H  Y  M  N  S.  [Book  2 

6  When  he  reveals  the  book  of  life, 
O  may  I  read  my  name 
Amongft  the  cholen  of  his  love, 
The  follow'rs  i)f  the  Lamb. 

H  Y  M  N    ioo.     Long  Metre. 

The prefencc  cfChrift  is  the  life  ofmyfouL 

i  TTOWfullof  anguilh  is  the  thought,  % 
JTjL  How  it  diftracls  and  tears  my  heart. 
If  God  at  [aft,  my  fov'reign  Judge, 

Should  frown,  and  bid  my  foal  M  Depart," 
%  Lord,  when  I  quit  this  earthly  ftage, 
Where  mall  J  fly,  but  to  thy  breaft? 
For  I  have  fought  no  other  home; 
For  I  have  learn 'd  no  other  reft. 

3  I  cannot  live  contented  here 

Without  forae  glimpfes  of  thy  face; 
And  heav'n,  without  thy  prefence  there> 
Will  be  a  dark  and  tirefome  place. 

4  When  earthly  cares  engrofs  the  day, 

And  hold  my  tho'ts  afide  from  thee, 
The  mining  hours  of  cheerful  light 
Are  long  and  tedious  years  to  me, 

5  And  if  no  ev'ning  vifits  paid 

Between  my  Saviour  and  my  foul, 

How  dull  the  nipht!  how  fad  the  (hade! 

How  mournfully  the  minutes  roll! 

6  This  flefh  of  mine  might  learn  as  foon 

To  live,  yet  part  with  all  my  blood; 
To  breathe,  when  vital  air  is  gone, 

Or  thrive  and  grow  without  my  food. 
f  f  Chrift  is  my  light,  my  life,  my  care, 

My  bleiTed  hope,  my  heav'nly  prize; 
Dearer  than  all  my  paiTun3  are, 

My  limbs,  my  bowels,  or  my  eyes. 


Book  2.]  HYMN  S.  197 

8  The  firings  that  twine  about  my  heart, 

Tortures  and  racks  may  tear  them  ofF; 
But  they  can  never,  never  part 

With  their  dear  hold  of  Chrifl  my  love. J 

9  [My  God!  andean  an  humble  child 

That  loves  thee  with  a  flame  fd  high, 
Be  ever  from  thy  face  exilM 
Without  the  pity  of  thine  eye? 

10  Jmpomble'. —  Fcr  thine  own  hands 

Have  ty'd  mv  heart  10  fail  to  thee, 
£nd  in  thy  book  the  promife  {lands, 
That  where  thou  art,  thy  friends  muft  be."] 

HYMN    10 1.    Common  Metre. 

The  world's  three  chief  tempt  at'iottf. 

1  TT7HEN  in  the  light  of  faith  divine, 
*  *     We  look  on  things  below. 
Honor,  and  gold,  and  fenfual  joy, 
How  vain,  and  dang'rous  too. 
a  [Honor's  a  pufFof  n-.>ify  breathe- 
Yet  men  expofe  their  blood, 
And  venture  everlafting  death 
To  gain  that  airy  good. 

3  While  others  ftarve  the  nobler  mind, 

And  feed  on  mining  dull, 
They  rob  the  ferpent  of  his  food, 
T»  indulge  a  fordid  :uft.] 

4  The  pleafures  that  allure  our  fenfe, 

Are  dang'rous  fnares  to  foul?! 
There's  but  a  drop  of  flattering  fweet, 
And  dalh'd  with  bitter  bowls. 

5  God  is  my  all-fufficient  pood, 

My  portion  and  my  choice; 

la  him  my  vail  defires  are  fill'd, 

And  ail  my  pow'rs  rejoice. 


198  H  Y  NFn  Sr  [Book  & 

4  In  vain  the  world  nccofts  my  ear, 
And  tempts  my  heart  anew: 
I  cannot  buy  yowT  blifs  fo  dear, 
Nor  part  with  heav'n  for  you. 

HYMN    102.     Long  Metre* 
A  happy  rtifitrrritio?2. 
1  *KJ  O,  I'll  repine  at  death  no  more, 
-LN    But  with  a  cheerful  gafp  refigrl 
To  the  cold  dungeon  of  the  grave, 
Thefe  dying,  with  'ring  limbs  of  mine, 

a  Let  worms  devour  my  wafting  flefh, 
And  crumble  all  my  bones  to  dull; 
My  God  fhall  raife  my  frame  anew 
A  t  the  revival  of  the  j  uft. 

3  Break,  facred  morning,  thro'  the  fkies. 

Bring  the  delightful,  dreadful  day: 
Cutfhortthe  hours,  dear  Lord,  and  come; 
Thy  ling'ring  wheels  how  long  they  flay! 

4  [Our  weary  fpirits  faint  to  fee 

The  light  of  thy  returning  face, 
And  hear  the  language  of  thofe  lips, 
Where  God  hath  (lied  his  richeft  grace-T 

5  [Hcifle  then  upon  the  wings  of  We, 

Roufe  all  the  pious  fleepjwag  clay, 
That  we  mayjoin  in  heav'nJy  joys, 
And  fing  the  triumph  of  the  day.] 

H  Y  M  N    103.    Common  Metre. 
Chriji's  ziminiiffion.     John  iii.  16,  i7» 
1  pOME,  happy  Fouls,  approach  your  God 
*-'   With  new  melodious  fangs; 
Come,  tender  to  aJmighty  grace 
The  tributes  of  your  tongues. 


Book  2.]  H  Y  ft  N  S.  199 

a  So  (lrange,fo  bo-undlefs  was  the  love 
That  Bity/d  dying  men, 
The  father  lent  his  equal  fon 
'Jo  give  them  life  again. 

3  Thy  hands, dear  Jefusrwere  not  arrn'd 

With  a  revenging  rod, 
No  hard  commiflion  to  perform 
The  veng'ance  or.  a  God. 

4  But  al!  was  mercy,  all  was  mild, 

And  \wkth  forfook  the  throne, 
When  Chrift  on  thi  kind  errand  came, 
And  brought  lalvation  dowjtt 

5  Here,  linnets,  you  may  heal  your  wounds, 

And  wipe  your  ibrrows  dry: 
Trull  in  the  mighty  Saviour's  name, 
And  you  Thai!  never  die. 

6  See,  deareft  Lord,  our  willing  fouls 

Accept  thins  offer  d  grace; 
We  bhis  the  great  Redeemer's  love, 
And  give  the  Father  praife. 

HYMN    104.     Short  Metre, 
Thefitfiie. 
1  T>  AISE  your  triumphant  fongs 
IX.  To  an  immortal  tune, 
Let  the  wide  earth  refoundjthe  deeds 
Celeftial  grace  hath  done. 
3  Sing  how  eternal  love- 
Its  chief  beloved  chofe, 
And  bid  him  raiteonr  v  retched  race 
From  their  abyfs  of  woes. 
3  His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 
Nor  terror  clothes  his  brow, 
♦Jo*  bo  Its  to  drive  QUr  guilty  fouls 
To -fiercer  flames  below. 


zoa  H  Y  m  N  S.  [Boo*  2 

4  'Twas  mercy  fill'd  the  throne, 
•\nd  wrath  ftood  filent  by, 

When  Chrilt  was  font  with  pardons  down 
vo  rebels  dcom'd  to  die. 

5  Nov/,  Tinners,  dry  your  tears, 
let  hoptleis  iorrow  ceafe; 

Bow  to  the  fceptre  ot  his  love, 
And  take  the  offtr'd  peace. 

6  Lord,  we  obey  thy  call; 
^Ve  lay  an  humble  claim 

To  the  Salvation  thou  haft  brought, 
And  love  and  praife  thy  name.  ' 

HYMN    105.     Common  Metre. 
Repentance  flowing  frovi  the  patience  of  God* 

1     A   ND  are  we  wretches  yet  alive? 
X\     \nd  do  we  yet  n=bel? 
*Tis  boundltfs,  'tis  a<r  axing  love, 
That  beats  u«  up  from  he]]! 
a  The  burden  of  our  weighty  gflt 
would  fink  us  down  to  flames, 
And  threat'dtng  yejpg'ance  roils  above, 
To  crulli  our  feeble  frames. 

3  AJrriighty  g^odnefs  crisis,  "  Forbear;'* 

Ani  ftjrtit  the  thunder  ftays: 
And  dare  we  now  provoke  his  wrath,. 
And  weary  out  hip  grace? 

4  Lord,  we  have  long  ahus'd  thy  love, 

Too  !oi,g indued  our  fin: 
Our  aching  hearts  e'en  bleed  to  fee 
What  rebels  we  have  been. 

5  No  more,  ye  lufts,  fbaV  -y ."command; 

No  mors  will  we  obe\  : 
Stretch  out,  O  God !  thy  conqu'ring  hand> 
And  drive  thy  foes  away. 


Book  2.]         H  Y  M  N  S.  203 

HYMN    106.    Common  Metre. 
Repentance  at  the  crofs. 

x  /"^H,  if  my  foul  was  form'd  for  woe, 
\J   How  would  I  ventmyfighs! 
Repentance  mould  like  rivers  flow 
From  both  my  dreaming  eyes. 

a  'Twas  for  my  fms,  my  deareft  Lord 
Hung  on  the  curfed  tree? 
And  groan'd  away  a  dying  life, 
For  thee,  my  foul,  for  thee. 

$.  O,  how  I  hate  thofe  tufts  of  mine 
I  hat  erucify'd  my  God; 
Thofe  fins  that  pierc'd  and  nail'd  his  flefh 
Fall  to  the  fatal  vyood ! 

4  Yes,  my  Redeemer,  they  mall  die, 

My  heart  hath  fo  decreed; 
ISJor  will  S  fpare  the  guilty  thing3 
That  made  my  Saviour- bleed. 

5  Wlnlft  with  a  melting  broken  heart 

My  murder'd  Lord  1  view, 

I'll  raife  revenge  againft  my  fins, 

And  Hay  the  murd'rers  too. 

HYMN    107.    Common  Metre. 
The  evcrlafting  abfence  of  God  intolerable, 
1  TpHAT  awful  day  will  furely  come, 
**•    Th   appointed  hour  makes  hade, 
When  I  mud  ftand  before  my  judge, 
And  pafs  the  folemn  ted. 

a  Thou  lovely  chief  of  all  my  joys, 
1  hou  fov5 reign  of  my  heart, 
How  could  i  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  found,  " -depart.''. 


**j  HYMNS. 

3  'LThe  thunder  of  that  difmal  word, 

Would  fo  torment  my  ear, 
'Twould  tear  nay  foul  afunder,  Lord, 
With  moft  tormenting  fear.j 

4  [_What,  to  be  banim'd  for  my  life, 

And  yet  forbid  to  die! 
To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 
Yet  death  for  ever  fly!] 

5  O!  wretched  ftate  of  deep  defpair, 
-  To  fee  my  God  remove, 

And  fix  my  doleful  iiation  where 
I  muft  not  tafte  his  love.       # 

6  Jefus!   I  throw  my  arms  around, 

And  hang  upon  thy  breaft; 
Without  a  gracious  fmile  from  thee 
My  fpirit  cannot  reft. 

7  O!  tell  me  that  my  worthlefs  name 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands; 
Shew  me  fome  promife  in  thy  book, 
Where  my  faivation  ftands! 

8  [Give  me  ont-  kind  affuring  word, 

To  (ink  my  fears  again; 
And  cheerfully  myfoul  fnall  wait 
Her  threeicoie  years  and  ten.] 

HYMN-  108.    Common  Metre, 
Accefs  to  the  throne  oj grace  by  a  mediator* 

I  pOME,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 
V>4  Up  to  the  courts  above, 
And  fmile  to  fee  our  Father  there 
Upon  a  throne  of  love, 
s  Once  'twas  a  ieat  of  dreadful  wrath, 
And  (hot  devouring  flame: 
Our  God  appear'd  confuming  fire, 
And  veng'ance  svas  his  name. 


Book  2.}         ft  Y  M  N  S. 

3  Rich  were  the  drops  of  Jefus' blood, 
That,  talnvd  his  frowning  face, 
That Tprinkled  tf*er  the  buying  throne, 
And  turn'd  the  wrath  id  grace. 
4.  Now  we  may  bow  before  his  feet, 
And  venture  near  the  Lord; 
Ko  li'ry  cheiub  guards  his  feat, 
Nor  double-flaming  fwotd. 
5  The  peaceful  gates  of  heav'nly  bills 
Are  o^uyd  by  the  Son  ; 
High  let  us  raife  our  notes  of  praife, 
And  j  each  th*  aimighty  throne. 
£  To  thee  ten  thousand  thanks  we  bring, 
Great  Advocate  on  high; 
And  g>ory  to  th'  eternal  King 
That  lays  ids  fury  by. 

H  Y  M  N    109.     Long  Metre. 
The  darknsf:  of  Providence. 
I  T    ORD,  we  adore  thy  yaft  designs, 
\^  Th'  obfciire  abyfa  of  Providence, 
Too  d^ep  to  found  with  mortal  lines, 
Too  dark  tu  view  with  feeble  fenfe. 
a  Now  thou  array  il  rhine  awful  face 
In  angry  ft  owns,  without  a  fiajile; 
We,  thro'  the  cloud,  believe  thy  grace. 
Secure  of  thy  cornpallion  (till.  - 

3  Thro'  fens  znc  ftorms  of  deep  diilrefs 

We  laii  by  faith,  and  not  by  light; 
Faith,  guides  us  in  the  wildernefs, 
Thro'  ail  the  briars,  and  the  night. 

4  Dear  Father,  if  thy  lifted  rod 

Rciblve  to  fcourge  u;  here  below, 
$tili  we  muff,  lean  upon  our  God, 
Thine  armihail  bear  us  fafsly  thro'. 

F3 


20,f  H  Y  M  N  s-  [3ooK  ** 

HYMN     no.     Short  Metre. 
Triumph  oxer  death  i?i  hops  of  the  refurreclhn. 
i    a  ND  muftthis  body  di-? 
*■*'  This  mortal  Frarne  decay? 
And  muft  thefe  aolive  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mould'ring  in  Hie  clay, 
a  Corruption,  earth,  and  worms, 
Shall  but  refine  rhis  fle(h, 
Till  my  triumphant  fpirit  comes 
To  put  it  on  afrefh. 

3  God  my  Redeemer  lives, 
And  often  from  thefk<es 

Looks  down  and  watches  all  my  dull, 
Till  he  (hall  bid  it  rift?. 

4  Array'd  in  glorious  grace 
Shall  thefe  vile  bodies  (bine, 

And  ev'rv  (Hape,  and  ev'ry  face 
Look  heav'nly  and  divine. 

5  Thefe  lively  hopes  we  owe 
To  Jefus  dying  love: 

We  would  adore  his  grace  below, 
And  ling  his  pow'r  sbovc. 

6  Dear  Lord,  accept  the  praife 
Of  thefe  our  humble  Cbngs, 

Till  tunes  of  nobler  founds  we  raife 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 

HYMN    in.    Common  Metre. 
Tkankfgfoing  for  viclory ;  or,  God's  do; - 
and  our  deliverance, 
I   >7T0N  rejoice,  and  Judah  fmg, 
JLt  The  Lord  aflumes  his  throne; 
Let  Chriftb.ns  own  the  heav'nly  Kings 
And  make  his  glories  knowu. 


Book  2.]         H  Y  M  N  S.  205 

%  The  greP.t.  the  wicked,  and  the  prcud, 
ftam  their  high  feats  arc  hurl'd; 
Jehovah  riles  up^n  a  cloud, 
An.i  thunders  thro'  the  world. 

3  Ik  reigns  upon  tiv  eternal  hills, 

Distributes  mortal  crowns; 
Empires  are  fix'd  beneath  his  fanles, 
And  totter  at  Lis  frowns. 

4  Navies,  shat  rule  the  ocean  wide, 

Are  vanquish'.;  by  his  breath; 
And  legions  arm'd  with  pow'r  and  pride 
Dei'cer.d  to  warry  death. 

5  Let  tyrants  make  no  more  pretence 

To  vex  our  happy  ;anJ; 
Jehovah's  name  is  our  defence, 
Our  buckler  is  his  hand.        ' 

6  [Long  may  the  king  our  fov'reign  live 

To  rule  us  by  his  wore  ; 
And  aii  the  honors  he  can  give 
Be  offer  d  to  the  Lord. 3 


HYMN    112.     Long  Metre. 

yfnge's  minijlering  to  Ckr'iji  and  tks  faints, 

1  f^K  RE  $  T  God  !  to  what  a  glorious  height 
V.X  Hall  tjrou  advane'd  the  Lord  thy  Son! 
Angels,  in  ail  their  robes  of  n'ght, 

Are  made  the  fervaats  of  his  throne. 

2  Before  his  feet  thine  armies  wait, 

And  fwift  as  mm  -s,  of  fire  they  move, 
To  manage  his  aiFairs  of  itate, 

In  works  of  veng  ance,  and  of  love. 

3  His  orders  ran  thro*  all  the  hofls, 

Legions  defcend  at  his  command; 
To  lhield  and  guard  the  Chriftian  coafts, 
When  foreign  rage  invades  our  land. 


2c6  HYMN  S.  Boos  2.  J 

4  Nr*w  they  are  fent  tr>  guide  our  fest 

Up  to  the  gates  of  rhine  abode* 

Thro'  a!!  the  dangers  that  we  meet 

In  travelling  the  heav'nly  roai. 

5  Lord,  when  I  leave  this  mo^ta!  ground, 

Arc  thou  (halt  bide  me  rife  and  come  J 
Send  a  belotred  angel  do<vn 
Safe  to  conduct  my  fpirit  home. 

H  Y  M  M    113.    Common  Metre. 

The  fame, 

l  rTHE  m?jefty  of  Solomon, 
How  glorious  to  hehold  ? 
TheTervarits  waiting  roupd  his  throne, 
The  iv'ry  and  the  gold. 
%  But,  mighty  God!  thy  palace  faints 
With  far  fliperior  beams; 
Thine  an £el -guards  are  fwift  as  winds, 
Thy  ministers  are  flames. 

3  [Soon  as  thine  only  Son  had  made 

His  entrance  on  the  earth, 
A  mining  army  downward  fled 
To  celebrate  his  birth. 

4  And  when,  opprefs'd  with  pains  and  fears, 

Or  the  cold  ground  lie  lies. 
Behold  a  heav'nly  for  nvappears, 
T'  allay  his  agonies,] 

5  Now  to  the  hands  of  Chrift  our  King, 

Are  all  their  legions  giv'n; 
They  wait  upon  his  faints,  and  bring 
His  chofen  heirs  to  heav'n. 

6  Pleafureand  praife  run  thto*  their  hoi!> 

To  fee  a  (inner  turn; 
Then  Satan  has  a  captive  h>ft, 
And  Chiift  a  fabjeft  born. 


Book  2.]  11  Y  M  N  S.  fc*7 

7  But  there's  ao  hour  of  brighter  joy> 
When  he  his  angels  fends 
Obftinate  rebels  todeftroy, 
And  gather  in  his  friends. 

S  O!  could  I  fay  without  a  doubf, 
fhere  fhalJ  my  foal  be  found; 
Then  let  the  great  archangel  fliout. 
And  the  iaib  trumpet  found. 

H  Y  M  N    114.    Common  Metre. 
Chriji's  dsxth)  viSUry,  and  do;ninkiz« 
t  T  Sing  my  Saviour's  wondrous  death; 
i.   He  eonquer'd  when  he  Fell; 
*:  '  ris  rlniih  d,"  iaid  his  dying  breath, 
And  (hook  the  gates  of  heil. 

a  "  '  ms  'finiiVoVcur  Immanuel  cries, 
The  dreadful  work  is  done; 
Hence  malt  his  iov  reign  throne  arife, 
His  kingdom  is  begun. 

3  Kis  crofs  a  fare  foundation  laid 

For  glory  and  renown, 
When  thro'  the  regions  of  the  dead 
He  pafs'd  to  reach  the  crown. 

4  Exacted  at  hi?.  Father's  die  v 

Sits  our  victorious  Lod; 
To  heav'n  and  heil  his  hands  divide 
The  veng'ance  or  reward. 

-  faints  from  his  propitious  eye 
Await  their  fev'ral  crowns, 
And  a'!  the  feus  ofdarkneis  £y 

The  terror  of  his  frowns. 

*»• 

Fa. 


^  HYMNS.         [Book  2. 

HYMN    115.     Common  Metre. 

God  the  avenger  of  his  faints  ;  or,  His  kingdom 
fupre?ne. 

I  TTIGH  as  the  heav'ns  above  the  ground 
XT-  Reigns  the  Creator,  God; 
Wide  as  the  whole  creation  3  bound 
Extends  his  awful  rod. 
a  Let  princes  of  exalted  ftate 
To  him  afcribe  their  crown, 
Rendei  their  homage  at  his  feet, 
And  call  their  glories  down. 

3  Know  that  his  kingdom  is  fupreme, 

Your  lofty  thoughts  are  vain; 
He  calls  you  gods,  that  awfu!  name  * 
But  ye  muft  die  iike  men. 

4  Then  let  the  fov'reigns  of  the  globe 

IS'ct  dare  to  vex  the  juft 
He  puts  on  veng'ance  like  a  robe, 
And  treads  the  worms  to  duft. 

5  Ye  judges  of  the  earth,  be  wife, 

And  think  of  heav'n  with  fear; 
The  nreaneft  faint  that  you  defpife 
lias  an  avenger  there. 

HYMN    116.    Common  Metre. 
Mercies  and  thanks. 
%  TJTOWcan  I  fink  with  fuch  a  prop 
*■*    ^s  my  eternal  God, 
Who  bears  the  earth's  huge  pillars  up, 

And  fpreads  the  beav'ns  abroad?  _____ 

%  How  can  I  die  while  Jefus  lives, 
Who  role  and  left  the  dead? 
Pardon  and  grace  my  foul  receives 
from  mine  exalted  head. 


Book  2.]  HYMNS.  ic$ 

3  All  that  I  am,  and  all  I  have 

Shall  he  for  ever  thine: 
Whate'er  my  duty  bids  me  give, 
My  cheerful  hands  refign. 

4  Yet,  if  I  might  make  fcme  referve, 

And  duty  did  not  call, 
I  love  my  God  with  zeal  fo  great 
That  I  {hould  give  him  all. 

HYMN    117.     Long  Metre. 
1        Living  and  dying  luith  God  prefent. 

1  T  Cannot  bear  thine  abfence,  Lord; 
J-   My  life  expires  if  thou  depart: 

Be  thou,  my  heart,  Hill  near  my  God, 
And  thou,  my  God,  be  near  my  heart. 

2  I  was  not  born  for  earth  or  fin, 

Nor  can  I  live  on  things  fo  vile: 
Yet  I  will  fey  my  Father's  time, 
And  hope  and  wait  for  heav'n  awhile. 

3  Then,  dear  eft  Lord,  in  thine  embrace 

Let  me  refign  my  fleeting  breath: 
And,  with  a  fraile  upon  my  face, 
Pafs  the  important  hour  of  death. 

H  Y  M  N    u 8.    Long  Metre, 
The  priefthcod  of  Chrijl. 

s  TD  LOOD  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  fides, 
Revenge,  the  blood  of  Abel  cries: 

But  the  dear  itream,  when  Chrift  was  flain, 

Speaks  peace  as  loud  from  ev'ry  vein. 
a  Pardon  and  peace  from  God  on  high: 

Behold,  he  lays  his  veng'ance  by; 

And  rebels  that  deferve  his  fword, 

Become  the  favVius  of  the-  Lord. 


2io  H  Y  M  N  S.  [Book 

3  To  Jefus  let  our  praifts  rife, 
Who  gave  his  life  a  faci'fice: 
Now  he  appears  before  his  G^d, 
And,  for  our  pardon  pleads  his  blood, 

HYMN    1 19.     Common  Metre, 

T'rc  knl'jfcripturcs* 

1  T    ADEN  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 
A-i   i  fly  to  thee ,  rny  Lord  ; 
And  not  a  ghmpf*  of  hope  appears 
But  in  thy  written  word. 

0,  The  volume  of  rny  Farhcr's  grace 
D?es  a!!  my  gref  aiuiage: 
Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face 
'moil  in  evTty  page. 

3  Th's  is  the  field  where  hidden  lies 

\  he  pearl  of  pi-i  >wn; 

T]aat  merchant  is  divinely  wife 
Who  makes  the  peati  his  own. 

4  He>e  coniecrated  water  flows 

To  quench  my  thirit  of  (in  ; 
Here  the  fan-  tree  of  knowledge  grow?^ 
ftci  danger  dwells  therein. 

5  This  is  the  judge  that  end?   he  flrife,- 

Where  wit  and  reafon  fail; 
Mv  guid£to  everlaffingJife 
Thro*  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

6  Ol  may  thvcounfei?,  mighty  GodT 

My  roving  feet  command  : 
Nor  1/orfak.e  the  happy  road. 
That  leads  to  thy  right  hand, 


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HYMN    120.    Short  Metre. 
The  law  and  go/pel  joined  infsripturex 
t  *T»HE  Lord  declares  his  wifl, 
■**    And  keeps  the  worldin  awe; 
Amidft  the  fmoke  00  Sinai's  hid 
Breaks  out  his  fi'fy  law. 

%  The  Lord  reveals  his  face, 
A  nd  fiffilfeg  from  ahove,_ 
Sends  down  the  ejofpel  of  his  grace, 
Th'  epiftles  of  his  love. 

3  Thefefacred  words  impart 

Our  Maker's  juft  eommands; 
The  pity  of  his  melting  heart, 
And  veng'ance  of  his  hands. 

4  [HerjCe  we  awake  our  fear, 

We  draw  our  comfort  hence: 
The  arms  of  grace  are  treafur'd  he?Cj 
And  armour  of  defence. 

5  We  learn  Chrift  crucifv'd. 

And  here  behold  his  blood ; 
All  arts  and  knowledges  beGde 
Will  do  us  little  good.] 

6  We  read  the  heav'nJy  word, 

We  take  the  oiTer'd  grace, 
Obey  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord, 
And  truft  his  promifes. 

^  In  vain  (hall  Satan  rage 
Aaainit  a  bo»k  divine, 
Where  wrath  and  lightning  guard  tke  pK£*y 
'  Where  beams  of  meo>y  fkine. 


jjI3  HYMNS.  [Book 

HYMN    121.     Short  Metre. 
The  law  and  go/pel  dijiinguifoed. 

%  npHE  law  commands  and  makes  us  know 
*■*•    What  duties  to  our  God  we  owe; 
But.  'tis  the  gofpel  muft  reveal 
Where  lies  our  flrength  to  do  his  will. 

ft  The  law  discovers  guilt  and  fin, 
And  (hews  how  vile  our  hearts  have  been; 
Only  the  gofpel  can  exprefs 
Forgiving  love  and  cleaniing  grace. 

3  Whatcurfes  doth. the  law  denounce 
Againft  the  man  that  fails  but  once! 
But  in  the  gofpel  Chrift  appears, 
Pard'ning  the  guilt  of  numerous  years. 

4  My  foul,  no  more  attempt  to  draw 
The  life  and  comfort  from  the  law! 
Fly  to  the  hope  the  gofpel  gives: 
The  man  that  trufts  the  promife  lives. 

HYMN     122.     Long  Metre, 
Retiremejit  and  meditation. 
I  "V/fY  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
J,VA  A  {frange'to  mylelfand  thee; 
Amidft  athoefand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  higheft  love. 

a  Why  mould  my  oaffions  mix  with  earth, 
.And  thus  debafe  my  heav'nly  birth? 
Why  fhculd  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  let  my  G011,  my  Saviour  go? 

3  Cal"  me  away  from  flefh  and  fenfe ; 

One  fov'reign  word,  can  draw  me  thence: 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 
And  all  inferior  joys  refign. 


Boor.  2.]         HYMNS.  if3 

4  ite  earth,  with  all  her  fcenes  withdrawn; 
Letnoife  and  vanity  be  gone; 
In  fecret  filence  of  the  mind, 
Myheav'n,  and  there  ray  God,  I  find. 

HYMN     123.     Long  Metre* 

The  benefit  of  public  ordinances. 

1     A  WAY  from  ev'ry  mortal  care, 
-^  Away  from  earth,  but  fouls  retreat^ 
We  leave  this  worthlefs  world  afar, 
And  wait  and  wo r (hip  near  thy  feat, 

ft  Lord,  in  the  temple  of  ihy  grace 
We  fee  thy  feet,  and  we  adore; 
We  gaze  upon  ihy  lovely  face, 

And  leain  the  wondets  of  thy  pow'r 

3  While  here  our  various  wants  wemourn^ 

United  groans  afcend  on  high; 
And  prayer  bears  a  quick  return 
Of  bieiiingsin  variety. 

4  [If  Satan  rage  and  (In  grows  flrong, 

fiere  we  receive  iome  chewing  word; 
We  gird  the  gofpel-armour  on, 
To  fight  the  battles  of  the  Lord- 

5  Or  if  ourfpirit  faints  and  dies, 

(Our  confcience  gaii'd  with  inward  ftings) 
Heredoth  the  righteous  Sun  aTife 

With  heaiing  beams  beneath  his  wings.") 

6  Father!  my  foul  would  ftilJ  abide 

Wit!  in  thy  temple,  near  thy  fidej 
But  if  my  feet  mud  hence  depart 
Stiil  keep  thy  dwelling  in  ray  heart, 


214  HYMN  S.  [Book  jf, 

HYmS   124.     Common  Metre, 
Mofej,  Aaron,  and jtjhua. 
%  >  THIS  not  the  Jaw  often  commaudsj 
■*•    On  holy  Sinai  giv'n, 
Or  fent  to  men  by  Mules'  bands. 
Can  bring  us  hfe  to  heav'n. 
a  'Tis  to  the  bloou^which  Aaron  fpiltj 
Nor  i'moke  of  iweeteft  flmell, 
Can  buy  a  pardon  for  our  guilt, 
Or  fave  our  fouls  from  heii. 
3  Aaron  the  prieft  refigns  his  breath 
At  God's  immediate  will; 
And  in  the  defei  t  yields  to  death 
Upon  th'  appointed  hill. 
^  And  thus,  on  Jordan's  ycnder  fide 
The  tribes  of  Ifr'alftand, 
While  Mcfes  bovv'd  his  head  and  dy'4 
Short  of  the  promis'd  land. 
5  Ifra'l  rejoice*  now  Jojhua  *  hads, 
He'll  bring  your  tribes  to  reft; 
So  far  the  Saviour's  name  exceeds 
The  ruler  and  the  prieft. 
HYMN    125.     Long  Metre. 
Faith  and  repentance,  unbelief  and  impenitence* 
1  r  IFF.  and  immortal  joys  are giv'n 

*~*   to  fouls"  that  mourn  trie  fins  they've  done; 
Children  of  wrath,  made  heirs  of  heav'n 
By  faith  in  God's  eternal  Son.  ^ 

3  \y>e  to  1  he  wretch  who  never  felt 
I  he  inward  pangs  of  pious  Rricf, 
Kut  adds  to  a*l  his  crying  guilt 
"\  he  {lubborn  (in  of  unbelief. 

P  Jojlnm  the  fame  with  Jefusy  and  Signifies,  a 

Saviour. 


Book  2.]  H  Y  M  N  S.  215 

3  The  law  condemns  the  rebel  dead, 
Under  the  wrath  of  God  he  lies ; 
He  feals  the  curfe  on  his  own  head, 
And  with  a  double  veng'ance  dies. 

HYMN    126.     Common  Metre. 
God  glorified  in  the  go/pel. 
1  'T'HE  Lord,  defcending  from  above, 
A    Invites  his  children  near; 
While  pow'r,  and  truth,  and  boundlefs  love, 
Difplay  their  glories*  here, 
a  Here,  in  thy  gofpel's  wondrous  frame, 
Frefh  wifdom  we  purfue; 
A  thoufand  angels  learn  thy  name, 
Beyond  whate'er  they  knew. 

3  Thy  name  is  writ  in  faireft  lines, 

Thy  wonders  here  we  trace; 
Wifdom  thro'  all  the  myft'ry  (nines, 
And  mines  in  Jefus'  face. 

4  The  law  its  beft  obedience  owes 

To  our  incarnate  God! 
And  thy  revenging  juftice  mows 
Its  honors  in  his  blood. 

5  But  ftill  the  Iuftre  of  thy  grace 

Our  warmer  thoughts  employs, 
Gilds  the  whole  fcene  with  brighter  rays, 
And  more  exalts  our  joys. 

H  Y  M  N  .127.     Long  Metre, 

Circumcifion  and  baptijm. 

(Written  only  for  thofe  who  praclife  Infant  Bap» 

tifm.) 
1  HP  HUS  did  the  fons  of  Abra'am  pafs 
X    Under  the  bloody  feal  of  grace; 
The  young  difciples  bore  the  yoke, 
Till  Chrift  the  painful  bondage  broke; 

Q 


2i$  HYMNS.  [Book:  2. 

a  By  milder  ways  doth  Jefus  prove 
His  Father's  cov'nant,  and  his  love! 
He  feals  to  faints  his  glorious  grace, 
And  not  forbids  their  infant  race. 

3  Their  feed  is  fprinkled  with  his  blood  ; 
Their  children  let  apart  for  God: 

His  fpirit  on  their  offspring  fted, 
Like  water  pbur'd  upon  the  head. 

4  Let  ev'ry  faint  with  cheerfui  voice 
In  this  large  covenant  rejoice: 
Young  children,  in  their  early  days, 
Shall  give  the  God  of  Abra'am  praife. 

HYMN    128.     Common  Metre. 
Corrupt  nature  from  Adam. 
1  "OLESS'D  with  the  joys  of  innocence 
JD  Adam  oar  father  flood, 
Till  he  debased  his  foul  to  fenfe, 
And  eat  th'  unlawful  food, 
a  Now  we  are  born  a  fenfual  race, 
To  finful  joys  inclin'd ; 
Reafon  hath  loft  its  native  place, 
And  fiefh  enilaves  the  mirni. 

3  While  rkfh,  and  fenfe,  and  paiiion  reigns; 

Sin  is  the  fweeteft  good; 
We  fancy  muile  in  our  chains, 
And  fo  forget  the  load. 

4  Great  God!  renew  our  roin'd  frame; 

Our  broken  pow'rs  reftore: 
Infpire  us  with  a  heav'nly  flame, 
And  flelh  ft  all  reign  no  more. 

5  Eternal  Spirit!  write  thy  law 

Upon  our  inward  parts, 
And  let  the  fecond  Adam  draw 
His  image  on  cur  hearts. 


Book  2.]  HYMN  S.  2i; 

HYMN    129.    Long  Metre 
IV e  nvalk  by  faith-  not  by  fight. 

1  ?■-  1  ^IS  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 

X    We  walk  thro'  deferts  dark  as  night; 
Til!  we  arrive  at  hea?'n  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light, 

2  The  want  of  fight  fhe  well  fupplies; 

She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear; 
Far  into  diftant  worlds  fhe  pries, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 
2  Cheerful  we  tread  the  defert  thro', 
While  faith  infpires  a  heav'nly  ray, 
Tho*  lions  roar?  and  terapetfs  blow. 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way, 
4  So  A  bra  'am,  by  divine  command, 

Left  his  own  hcufe  to  walk  with  God  | 
His -faith  beheld  the  promis'd  land, 
And  fir'd  his  zeal  along  the  read. 

'HYMN    130.     Common  Metre. 

The  neiu  creation. 

1    A  TTEND,  while  God's  exalted  Son 
**"  Doth  his  own  glories  (he w; 

f*  Behold,  I  fit  upon  my  throne, 
"  Creating  all  things  new. 

a  "  Nature  and  fin  are  pafs'd  away, 
*<  And  the  old  Adam  dies; 
"  My  hands  a  new  foundation  lay; 
"  Seethe  new  world  arife! 

3  "  I'll  be  a  fun  of  righteoufnefs 
"  To  the  new  heav  ns  I  make; 
*l  None  but  the  new-born  heirs  of  grace 
"  My  glories  AaU  partake." 


2i8  HYMNS.  [Book  $ 

4  Mighty  Redeemer!  fet  me  free 

From  my  old  ftate  of  fin  ; 

O,  make  my  foul  alive  to  thee ; 

Create  new  pow'rs  within! 

5  Renew  mine  eyes,  and  form  mine  ears, 

And  mould  my  heart  afreth ; 
Give  me  new  paflions,  joys  and  fears, 
And  turn  the  ftone  to  nefli. 

6  Far  from  the  regions  of  the  dead, 

From  fin   and  earth,  and  hell; 
In  the  new  world  that  grace  has  made 
I  would  for  ever  dwell. 

HYMN    131.     Long  Metre. 
The  excellency  of  the  Cbrijlian  religim. 
1  T   ETeverlafting  glories  crown 
JL-4  Thy  head,  my  Saviour  and  my  Lord; 
Thy  hands  have  brought  falvation  down, 
And  writ  the  bleflings  jn  thy  word. 
%  [What  if  we  trace  the  globe  around, 
And  fearch  from  Britain  to  Japan, 
There  (hall  be  no  religion  found 
So  juft  to  God,  fo  fafe  to  man.] 
3  In  vain  the  trembling  confeience  feeks 
Some  folid  ground  to  reft  upon; 
With  long  defpair  the  fpirit  breaks, 
Till  we  apply  to  Chrift  alone. 
I  How  well  thy  blefTed  truths  agree  ! 
How  wife  and  holy  thy  commands! 
Thy  promifes,  how  firm  they  be! 

How  firm  our  hope  and  comfort  (lands  ! 
j  ^Not  the  fcign'd  fields  of  heath'nifh  blifs 
Cou  d  raife  fuch  pleafures  in  the  mind; 
Not  i'oes  the  T*urkifh  paradife 
Pretend  to  joys  fo  well  refia'd.] 


Book  2.]  HYMNS.  1:9 

6  Should  all  the  form .  that  men  devife 
Aflault  my  faith  with  treach'rous  art, 
I'd  call  them  vanity  and  lies, 
And  bind  the  gofpel  to  my  heart. 

HYMN  132.     Common  Metre. 

The  offices  of  Chrift. 

I  TT7E  blefs  the  prophet  of  the  Lord* 
VV     That  comes  with  truth  and  grace; 
Jefus,  thy  Spirit  and  thy  word 
Shall  lead  us  in  thy  wavs. 
a  We  rev'rence  our  High  Prieft  abore, 
Who  offer'd  up  his  blood, 
And  lives  to  carry  on  his  love, 
By  pleading  with  our  God. 
j  We  honor  om*  exalted  King; 
Howfweet  are  his  commands! 
He  guards  our  fou  $  from  hell  and  6b 
By  his  almighty  hands. 
4  Hoiannato  his  glorious  name, 
Who  faves  by  d  ff'rent  ways; 
His  mercies  lays  a  fov  reign  claim 
To  our  immortal  praife. 

HYMN    133.     Long  Metre, 
The  operations  of  the  Holy  Spirit, 

1  "C'TERN  *L  Spitit!  we  confefs 
XL  And  fingthe  won-  ers  of  thy  grace; 
Thypow'r  conveys  ourbleffings  down 
From  God  the  Father  and  the  Son. 

3  Enlighten'd  by  thy  heav'nly  ray, 
Our  fhades  and  darknefs  turn  to  day; 
Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger,  and  our  refuge  too. 


220  HYMNS.  [Book 

3  Thy  pow'r  and  glory  work  within, 
And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  fin; 
Do  our  imperious  lufts  fubdue, 
And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

4  The  troubled  confcience  knows  thy  voice; 
Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys; 
Thy  words  allay  the  ftormy  wind, 

And  calm  the  furges  of  the  mind. 

HYMN    134.    Common  Metre. 

Circumcijion  abolijhcd. 

1  HPHE  promife  was  divinely  free; 
-1    Extenfive  was  the  grace; 
*''  I  will  the  God  of  Abra  am  be,, 
"  And  of  hisnum'rous  race." 
a  He  faid,  and  with  a  bloody  feal 
Confirm '4  the  words  he  fpcke> 
Long  did  the  fons  of  ^bra'am  feel 
The  fnarp  and  painful  yoke. 

3  Till  God's  own  Son,  defcending  low, 

Gave  his  own  flefh  to  bleed ; 
And  Gentiles  talte  the  bleffinjgs  now, 
From  the  hard  bondage  freed. 

4  The  God  of  ^.bra'am  claims  our  praife; 

His  promifes  endure; 
And  Chrift  the  Lord  in  gentler  ways 
Makes  theikivation  lure. 

HYMN    135.     Long  Metre. 
Types  and  prophecies  of  Chrijl. 

jl  TOEHOLD  the  woman's  promis'd  feed! 
**-'■  Behold  the  great  Mefliah  come! 
Behold  die  prophets  all  agreed 
To  give  him  the  Superior  room! 


Book  2.J  HYMNS,  221 

a  Abra'amjthe  faint,  rejoic'd  of  old 
When  vifions  of  the  Lord  he  faw; 
Mofe3,  the  man  of  God,  foretold 
'I  his  great  fuifiller  of  his  iaw. 

3  The  types  bore  witnefs  to  his  name, 

Obtam'd  their  chief  defign,  and  ccas'd; 
The  incenfe,  and  the  bleeding  Iamb, 
The  aik,  the  altar,  and  the  priefl. 

4  Predictions  in  abundance  meet 

To  join  their  bleflings  on  his  head: 
Jefus,  we  worfhip  at  thy  feet, 

And  nations  own  the  promis'd  feed, 

HYMN    136,     Long  Metre, 
Miracles  at  tbs  birth  of  Ckr/fi. 

I  rPHE  Kisg  of  glory  fends  his  Son 
A    To  make  his  entrance  on  this  earth; 
Behold  the  midnight  bright  as  noon, 
And  heavnly  hofts  declare  his  birth! 

3  About  the  young  Redeemer's  head 

What  wonders  and  what  glories  meet! 
An  nnknown  ftar  aiofe,  and  led 
The  eaftern  fages  to  his  feet. 

3  Simeon  and  Anna  both  confpire 

The  infant-Saviour  to  proclaim; 
Inward  they  felt  the  facred  fire, 
And  blefs'd  the  babe,  and  own'd  his  name. 

4  Let  Jews  and  Greeks  blafpheme  aloud, 

And  treat  the  holy  chili  with  fcorn; 
Our  fouls  adore  th'  eternal  God, 
Who  condefcended  to  be  borts. 


221  HYMNS.  [Book  t) 

HYMN  137.     Long  Metre. 

Miracles  in  the  life,  death,  and  refurreclion  of 
Chrijl. 

I  "DEHOLD,  the  blind  their  fight  receive? 
.     Behold,  the  dead  awake  and  live! 
The  dumb  fpeak  wonders,  and  the  lame 
Leap  like  the  hart,  and  blefs  his  name. 

a  Thus  doth  th'  eternal  Spirit  own 
And  feal  the  miflion  of  rhe  Son! 
The  Father  vindicates  his  caufe, 
While  he  hangs  bleeding  on  the  crofs. 

3  He  dies!  the  heav'ns  in  mourning  flood} 
He  rifes,  and  appears  a  God: 

Behold  the  Lord  afcending  high 
No  more  to  bleed,  no  more  to  die! 

4  Hence  and  for  ever  from  my  heart 
1  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  depart; 
And  to  thofe  hands  my  foul  refign 
Which  bear  credentials  fo  divine. 

HYMN    138.     Long  Metre, 
The  ponver  of  the  go/pel. 
I  """pHlS  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love, 
JL    Senr  to  the  nations  from  above: 
Jehovah  here  refolves  to  fliew 
What  his  almighty  grace  can  do. 
%  This  remedy  did  wifdom  find, 
To  heal  difeafes  of  the  m^nd! 
This  fov'reign  balm,  whofe  virtues  can 
*     Reftore  the  ruind  creature,  man. 

5  The  gofpel  bids  the  dead  revive; 
Sinners  obey  the  voice,  and  live: 
Dry  bones  are  rais'd,  and  cloth'd  afrefh, 
And  hearts  of  ftont  atetum'd  to  fiefh. 


.Book  2. J  HYMN  S.  *j|g 

4  I  Where  Satan  reign'd  in  fhades  of  night, 
The  gofpel  flrikes  a  heav'nly  light; 
Our  lufts  its  wondrous  pow'r  controuls, 
And  calms  the  rage  of  angry  fouls,] 

5  L  Lions  and  beafts  of  favage  name 
Put  on  the  nature  of  the  lamb; 

While  the  wide  world  efteems  it  ftrange, 
Gaze,  and  admire,  and  hate  the  change."] 

6  May  but  this  grace  my  foul  renew, 
Let  finners  gaze,  and  hate  me  too; 
The  word  that  faves  me  does  engage 
A  fure  defence  from  all  their  rage. 

HYMN    139.    Long  Metre, 

The  example  of  Cbrijl. 

1  TV/TY  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord! 
I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word; 
But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears 
Drawn  out  in  living  chara&ers, 

a  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  fuchthy  zeal, 
Such  diff  rence  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love ,  and  meeknefs  fo  divine, 
I  would  tranfcribe,  and  make  them  mine, 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witnefs'd  the  fervor  of  thy  pray'r; 
The  defert  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict,  and  thy  vicYry  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern;  make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here: 
Then  God  the  Judge  (hall  own  my  name 
Amongft  the  folio  w'rs  of  the  Lamb. 

©   2 


224.  HYMNS.  [Book  2. 

HYMN   140.     Common  Metre. 
The  examples  of  Chrift  and  the  faints. 

1  /*N  i  VE  m?  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rife 
VJ"  Within  the  veil,  and  fee 
The  faints  above,  how  great  their  joys, 
How  bright  their  glories  be. 
%  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below, 
And  wet  their  couch  with  tears ; 
They  wreftled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 
With  fins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

3  I  afk  them  whence  their  v'&'ry  came? 

'1  hey  with  united  breath 
Afcribe  their  conqueftto  the  Lamb, 
'I  heir  triumph  to  his  death. 

4  They  mark'd  the  footftpps  that  he  trod, 

(riis  zeal  infpir'd  their  breaft:) 
And  following  their  incarnate  God, 
Pofleis  the  promis'd  reft. 

5  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praifc 

For  his  own  pattern  giv'n, 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witneflcs 
Shew  the  fame  path  to  heav'n. 

HYMN    141.     Common  Metre. 
Faith  ajjlfied  by  fenfe;  or,   Preachings  baptifm^ 

and  the  Lord's  f upper. 
1  TVffY  Saviour-God,  my  Sov'reign  Prince, 
1YA.  Reigns  far  above  the  fkies ! 
But  brings  his  graces  down  to  fenfe, 
And  helps  my  faith  to  rife. 
a  My  eyes  and  ears  (hall  blefs  his  name,  x 
They  read  and  hear  his  word : 
My  touch  and  tafte  mail  do  the  fame-, 
When  they  receive  the  Lord. 


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3  Baptifmal  water  is  defign'd 

To  feal  his  cleaning  grace,       # 
While  at  his  feaft  of  bread  and  wine. 
He  gives  his  faints  a  place. 

4  But  not  the  waters  of  a  flood 

Can  make  my  flefti  fo  clean, 
As  by  his  Spirit  and  his  blood 
He'll  warn  my  foul  from  fin. 
r  Not  choiceft  meats  or  nobleft  wines 
So  much  my  heart  refrefh, 
As  when  my  faith  goes  thro   the  iigns, 
And  feeds  upon  his  fkfh. 
6  I  love  the  Lord,  who  ftoops  fo  low 
To  give  his  word  a  ieal: 
But  the  rich  grace  his  hands  beftow 
Exceeds  the  figures  ft  ill. 

HYMN    142.     Short  Metre. 
Faith  in  Chrijl  our  f aerifies. 
x  VTOT  all  the  blood  of  beafh 
™    On  Jewifh  altars  flain> 
Could  give  the  guilty  confeience  peace, 
Or  wafh  away  the  ftain. 
a  But  Chrift  the  heav'nly  Lamb» 
Takes  all  our  fins  away: 
A  facrifice  of  nobler  name, 

And  richer  biood  than  they. 
<?  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 
On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 
While  like  a  penitent  I  ftand, 
And  there  confefs  my  tin, 
4  My  foul  looks  back  to  fee 
The  burdens  thou  didft  hear, 
When  hanging  on  the  curled  tree, 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 


liS  HYMNS.  [Book  u 

n 

5  Believing  we  rejoice 
1  o  fee  the  curie  remove; 
We  blefs  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  fing  his  bleeding  love, 

H  Y  M-N  143.     Common  Metre. 
Flsjh  andfpirit. 

1  VJTTHAT  diff'rent  pow'rs  of  grace  and  fin 

VV     A&end  our  mortal  flate; 
I  hate  the  thoughts  that  work  within, 
And  do  the  works  I  hate. 

2  Now  I  complain,  and  groan,  and  die, 

While  fin  and  Satan  reign: 
Now  raife  my  fonps  of  triumph  high, 
For  grace  prevails  again. 

3  Sodarknefs  ftruggles  with  the  light 

Till  perfect  day  arife; 
Water  and  fire  maintain  the  fight 
Until  the  weaker  dies. 

4  Thus  will  the  flefli  and  Spirit  ftrive, ' 

And  vex  and  break  my  peace; 
But  I  (hall  quit  this  mortal  life, 
And  fin  for  ever  ceafe. 

HYMN    144.     Long  Metre. 

The  ejfufion  of  the  Spirit;  or,  Tkefuccefs  of  ths 
gofpel. 

I  f~*  RE  AT  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great, 
V-T  When  the  divine  difciples  met; 
V  hilfton  their  heads  the  Spirit  came, 
And  fat  like  tongues  of  cloven  flame. 

3  What  gifts,  what  miracles  he  gave! 
And  pow'r  to  kill,  and  pow'r  to  fave! 
Furnilh'd  their  tongues  with  wondrous  words, 
Initead  of  fhields,  and  fpears,  and  (words. 


Book  2.1  HYMNS.  227 

3  Thus  arm'd,  he  Tent  the  champions  forth, 
From  eaft  to  weft,  from  loath  to  north; 

"  Go,  and  aiTcrt  your  Saviour's  caufe  : 
"  Go,  fpreadthe  myft  ry  of  his  crofs." 

4  Thefe  weapons  of  the  holy  war, 
Of  what  almighty  force  they  are 
To  make  our  ftubborn  paffions  bow, 
And  lay  the  proudeft  rebel  low? 

j  Nations,  the  learned  and  the  rude. 
Are  by  thefe  heav'n'y  arms  fubdu'd; 
While  Satan  rages  at  his  lofs, 
And  hates  the  doctrine  of  the  crofs. 

6  Great  King  of  grace!  my  heart  fubdue; 
I  would  be  led  in  triumph  too, 
A  willing  captive  to  my  Lord, 
And  fingthe  vicVriesof  his  word. 

HYMN    145.     Common  Metre. 
Sight  through  a  g/afs,  and  face  to  face '. 

1  T  Love  the  windows  of  thy  grace, 
■*  Thro*  which  my  Lord  is  feen. 
And  long  to  meet  my  Saviour's  face, 
Without  a  glafs  between. 

a  O,  that  the  happy  hour  was  come, 
To  change  my  faith  to  fight! 
I  {hall  behold  my  Lord  at  home 
In  a  diviner  light. 

3  Hafte,  my  beloved,  and  remove 
Thefe  interpofing  days; 
Then  fhall  my  paffions  all  be  love. 
And  all  my  powers  be  praife. 


zi%  HYMNS.  [Book  z.k 

HYMN    146.     Long  Metre. 
The  vanity  of  creatures  ;  or,  No  reft  on  earth. 

I  TV /f  A  N  hath  a  foul  of  vaft  defires, 
***•  He  I^jirns  within  with  reftlefs  fires; 
Toft  to  and  fro,  hr  paflions  fly 
From  vanity  to  vanity. 

a  In  vain  on  earth  we  hope  to  find 
Some  folid  good  to  fill  the  mind; 
We  try  new  pleafnres,  but  we  feel 
The  inward  third  and  torment  Hill. 

3  So  when  a  raging  fever  bums, 
We  fhift  from  fide  to  (ide  by  turns; 
And 'tis  a.  poor  relief  we  gain, 

To  change  the  place,  but  keep  the  pain. 

4  Great  God!  fubdue  this  vicious  thirft, 
This  love  to  vanity  and  dull; 

Cure  the  vile  fever  of  the  mind, 
And  feed  our  fouls  with  joys  refin'd. 

II  Y  M  N    147.     Common  Metre. 

The  creation  of  the  ivcrld.  Gen.  i. 

1  cc    "^f  OWlet  a  fpacious  world  arife," 
A>'   Said  the  Creator-Lord; 
At  once  th'  obedient  earth  and  fkies 
Rofeat  hisfov'reign  word. 
a  [Dark  was  the  deep;  the  waters  lay 
Confus'd,  and  drown'd  the  land: 
Hecall'd  the  light;  the  new-born  day 
Attends  on  his  command. 
3  He  bids  the  clouds  afcend  on  high; 
The  clouds  afcend,  and  bear 
The  wat'ry  treafure  to  the  fl:y, 
And  float  on  fofter  air. 


Book  2.]  HYMN  S.  2*9 

4  The  liquid  element  below 

Was  gather'd  by  his  hand; 

The  rolling  feas  together  flow, 

And  leave  the  folid  land. 

5  With  herbs  and  plants,  (a  flow'ry  birth) 

The  naked  globe  he. crown 'd, 
E'Ve  r.here  was  rain  to  bids  the  earth, 
Or  fun  to  warm  the  ground. 

6  Then  he  adorn  "cLthe  upper  ikies; 

Behold  the  tun  appears, 
The  moon  and  liars  in  order  rife, 
To  mark  out  months  and  years. 

7  Out  of  the  deep  th*  almighty  King 

Did  vital  beings  frame. 
The  painted  fowls  of  ev'ry  wing, 
And  filh  of  ev'ry  name.1 

8  He  gave  the  lion  and  the  worm 

At  once  their  wondrous  birth, 
And  grazing  beads  of  various  form, 
Roie  from  the  teeming  earth. 

9  Adam  v/as  fram'd  of  equal  clay, 

Tho*  fov'reign  of  the  reft; 
Deiign'd  for  nobler  ends  than  they, 
With  God's  own  image  bleiVd. 

10  Thus  glorious  in  the  Maker's  eye 

The  young  creation  flood; 
He  fa w  the  building  from  on  high, 
His  word  pronounced  it  good. 

xi  Lord,  while  the  frame  of  nature  (lands, 
'Thy'praife  (hat)  fill  my  tongue: 
But  the  new  world  of  grace  demands 
.  A  mere  exalted  lov.^ 


*3«  HYMNS.         [Books. 

HYMN    148.     Common  Metre. 
God  reconciled  in  Chriji. 

1  TTJEAREST  of  all  the  names  above, 
"^  My  Jefus,  and  my  God, 
Who  can  refill  thy  heav'nly  love, 
Or  trilie  with  thy  blood? 
%  *Tis  by  the  merits  of  thy  death 
The  Father  fmiles  again; 
'Tis  by  thine  interceding  breath 
The  Spirit  dwells  with  men. 

3  Till  God  in  human  fiefh  I  fee, 

My  thoughts  no  comfort  find: 
The  holy,  jull,  and  facred  Three, 
Are  terrors  to  my  mind. 

4  But  if  Immanuel's  faceappear, 

My  hope,  my  joy  begins: 
His  name  forbids  my  flavifh  fear, 
His  grace  removes  my  fins. 

5  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely, 

And  Greeks  of  wifdom  boaft, 
I  love  th*  incarnate  myftery, 
And  there  I  fix  my  trull. 

HYMN    149.     Common  Metre. 
Honor  to  magijlrates ;  or,  Government  from  God* 

1  "EXTERNAL  Sov'reign  of  the  fky, 
-Lj  And  Lord  of  all  below, 
We  mortals  to  thy  majefty, 
Our  firit.  obedience  owe. 
a  Our  fouls  adore  thy  throne  fupreme, 
And  blefs  thy  providence 
For  magiftrates  of  meaner  name, 
Our  glory  and  defence, 


Bcdk  2.]         HYMNS.  2ji 

3  [The  crowns  of  right'ous  princes  (nine 

With  rays  above  the  reft, 
Where  laws  and  liberties  combine 
To  make  the  nation  blefs  d. J 

4  Kingdoms  on  firm  foundations  ftand, 

While  vinue  finds  reward ;      V 
And  finners  perilh  from  the  land 
Byjufticeand  thefword. 

5  Let  Csefar's  due  be  ever  paid 

I  o  Caefar  and  his  throne; 
But  confciences  and  fouls  were  made 
To  be  the  Lord's  alone. 

HYMN    150.     Common  Metre. 
The  deceitfuhefs  efjin- 

1  QIN  hatha  thoufand  treach'rous  arts 
O  To  praclife  on  the  mind; 
With  flattring  looks  me  tempts  our  hearts, 
But  leaves  a  fling  behind. 

a  With  names  of  virtue  me  deceives 
The  aged  and  the  young; 
And  while  the  heedefs  wretch  believes, 
She  makes  his  fetters  ftrong. 

3  She  pleads  for  all  the  joys  (he  brings, 

And  gives  a  fair  pretence: 
But  cheats  the  foul  of  heav'nly  things, 
And  chains  it  down  to  fenfe. 

4  So  on  a  tree  divinely  fair 

Grew  the  forbidden  f-»nd ; 
Our  mother  took  the  poifon  there. 
And  tainted  all  her  blood. 


253  HYM  N  S.  [Book  z. 

HYMN    151.     Long  Metre. 

Prophecy  and  inspiration,  i 

1  "THWAS  by  an  order  from  the  Lord, 

■*•    The  ancient  prophet  fpoke  his  word; 

His  fpirit  did  their  tongues  inspire, 

And  warm  their  hearts  with  heav'nly  fire, 
a  The  works  and  wonders  which  they  wrought, 

ConhrTi'd  the  meiTages  they  brought; 

The  prophet's  pen  fucceeds  his  breath; 

To  fave  the  holy  words  from  death. 

3  Great  God !  mine  eyes  with  pleafure  look 
On  the  dear  volume  of  thy  book; 
There  my  Redeemer's  face  I  fee, 

And  read  his  name,  who  dy'd  for  me. 

4  Let  the  falfe  raptures  of  the  mind 
Be  loft  and  vanifh  in  the  wind: 
Here  I  o«n  fix  my  hope  fecure; 
This  is  thy  word,  and  muft  endure. 

HYMN  152.     Common  Metre. 

Sinai  and  Zion.  Heb.  xii.  18 ,  &c. 

1  J^fOTtothe  terrors  of  the  Lord, 
"■"^    Thetempeft,  lire,  and  fmoke, 
Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word 
Whr.h  God  on  Sinai  fpoke; 
a  Butweareeome  to  Zion's  hill, 
The  city  of  our  God, 
Where  milder  words  declare  his  will, 
And  fpread  his  love  abroad. 
3  Behold  the  innumerab  e  hoft 
Of  ange'-s  cloth 'd  in  light! 
Behold  the  fpirits  of  the  juft, 
yVhofe  faith  is  turn'd  to  fight! 


Book  2.]  H  Y  M  N  S.  253 

4  Behold  the  blefs'd  aflembly  there, 

Whofe  names  are  writ  in  heav'n! 
And  God.  the  judge  of  all,  declares 
Their  vilefl  fins  forgiv'n. 

5  The  faints  on  earth,  and  all  the  dead 

But  one  communion  make ; 
All  join  in  Chrifl  their  living  head, 
And  of  his  grace  partake. 

6  In  fuch  fociety  as  this 

My  weary  foul  would  reft; 
The  man  that  dwelis  where  Jefus  is, 
Mud  be  for  ever  bleft. 

HYMN    153.     Common  Metre. 
The  defiempevy  folly  >  and  i?iadmfs  $fjzn* 

1  QlN,  like  a  venomous  difeafe, 
**  Infects  our  vita!  blood: 
The  only  balm  is  fov'reign  grace, 
And  the  phyfician,  God. 
a  Out  beauty  and  our  ftrength  are  fled, 
And  we  draw  near  to  death 
ButChrift  the  Lord  recalls  the  dead 
With  his  almighty  breath. 

3  Madnefs  by  nature  reigns  within, 

The  paflions  burn  and  rage ; 
Till  God's  own  Son  with  flciil  divine 
The  inward  fire  afTuage. 

4  TWe  lick  the  duft,  we  grafp  the  wind, 

And  folid  good  defpife  : 

Such  is  the  folly  cf  the  mind, 

Till  Jefus  makes  us  wife. 

5  We  give  our  fouls  the  wounds  they  feel, 

We  drink  the  pois'nons  gall, 

And  rum  with  fury  down  to  hell; 

But  heav'n  prevents  the  fall.] 


234  HYMN  S.  [Book & 

6  [The  man  pofTefs'd,  among  the  tombs 
Cuts  his  own  flefh  and  cries: 
He  foams  and  raves  til!  Jejus  comes, 
And  the  foul  fpirit  flies.] 

HYMN    154.     Long  Metre. 
Self-righteoiifnefs  infujficijnt. 

1  "  XI^HEREarethemourners/^faiththeLorf, 
"  That  wait  and  tremble  at  my  word? 
*  That  walk  in  darknefs  all  the  day! 
"  Come,  make  my  name  your  truft  and  Hay, 
a  "  [No  works  nor  duties  of  your  own 
M  Can  for  the  fmalleft  fin  atone; 
"  f  The  robes  that  nature  may  provide, 
'*  Will  not  your  lead  pollutions  hide. 

3  "  The  foftefl  couch  that  nature  knows 
"  Can  give  the  confcience  no  repofe: 
M  Look  to  my  righteoufnefs,  and  live: 
"  Comfort  and  peace  are  mine  to  give.} 

4  "  Ye  Tons  of  pride,  that  kindle  coals 

"  With  your  own  hands  to  warm  your  fouls, 
*'  Walk  in  the  light  of  your  own  fire, 
"  Enjoy  the  fparks  that  ye  defire: 

5  "  This  is  your  portion  at  my  hands, 
"  Hell  waits  you  with  her  iron  bands, 
"  Ye  mall  lie  down  in  forrow  there, 

"  In  death,  in  darknefs,  and  defpair." 

HYMN   .155.     Common  Metre,      \ 
Chrijl  our  pajbver. 
1  T  Ol  the  deftroying  angel  flies 
•*-*  To  Pharaoh's  ilubborn  land ; 
The  pride  and  flow'r  of  Egypt  dies 
By  his  vindictive  hand. 

*  Ifaiah  1.  10,  11.    f  Ifaiah  xxviH.  jju. 


Book  jr.]  HYMNS.  235 

%  He  pafs'd  the  tents  of  Jacob  o'er, 
Nor  pour'd  the  wrath  divine; 
Ke  faw  the  blood  on  ev'ry  door, 
And  blefs'd  the  peaceful  fign. 

3  Thus  the  appointed  Lamb  muil  bleed, 

To  break  th  Egyptian  yoke ; 
Thus  lfra'3  is  from  bondage  freed, 
And  'fcapes  the  angel's  ftrcke. 

4  Lord,  if  my  heart  were  fprinkled  too 

With  blood  fo  rich  as  thine, 
Juflice  no  longer  would  purfae 
This  guilty  foul  of  mine. 

5  Jefus  our  pafTover  was  flain, 

And  has  at  once  procur'd 
freedom  from  Satan's  heavy  chain, 
And  God's  avenging  fword. 

HYMN    156.     Common  Metre, 

Prefumption  and  def pair ;  or,  Satan's  various 
temptations. 

1  T  HATE  the  tempter  and  his  charms, 
■*  I  hate  his  flatt'ring  breath; 
The  ferpent  takes  a  thoufand  forms 
To  cheat  our  fouls  to  death. 

4  He  feeds  our  hopes  with  airy  curearas, 
Or  kills  with  fla'vifh  fear; 
And  holds  us  ftill  in  wide  extremes, 
Prefumption,  ordefpair. 

3  Now  he  perfuades,  "  How  eafy  'tis 
u  To  walk  the  road  to  heav'n  ;" 
Anon  herfwells  our  fins,  and  cries, 
"  They  cannot  he  forgiv'n." 


HYMN  S.  [Book  2. 

[He  bids  young  finners,  "  Yet  forbear 

"  To  think  of  God  or  death: 
"  For  prayer  and  devotion  are 

"  But  melancholy  breath." 
He  tells  the  aged,  "  They  muft  die! 

"  And  'tis  too  late  to  pray; 
"  In  vain  for  mercy  now  they  cry, 

"  For  they  have  loft  their  day.""]  t 
Thus  he  fupports  his  cruel  throne 

By  milchief  and  deceit, 
And  diags  the  ions  of  Adam  down 

To  darknefs  and  the  pit. 
Almighty  God,  cut  fhort  his  pow'r, 

Let  him  in  darknefs  dwell; 
And  that  he  vex  the  earth  no  more, 

Confine  him  down  to  hell. 

HYMN   157.     Common  Metre. 
The  fame. 
MOW  Satan  comes  with  dreadful  roar, 
"L      And  threatens  to  deftroy; 
He  worries  whom  he  can't  devour 

With  a  malicious  joy. 
Ye  fons  of  God,  oppofe  his  rage; 

Refill,  and  he'll  be  gone; 
Thus  did  our  deareftLord  engage, 

And  vanquifh  him  alone. 
Now  he  appears  almoft  divine, 

Like  innocence  and  love; 
But  the  old  ferpent  lurks  within 

When  he  aflumes  the  dove. 
Fly  from  the  falfe  deceiver's  tongue, 

Ye  fons  of  Adam,  fly: 
Our  parents  found  the  fnare  tooftiongj 

Nor  mould  the  children  try. 


Book  2.J  HYMN  S.  2.37 

II  Y  M  N     158.     Long  Metre. 

Fcwfaved;  or,   The  almojl  chrijtianj  the  hypo- 
crite, and  apojlate. 
1  "D ROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 
X)  And  thoufands  walk  together  there; 
But  wifdom  mows  a  narrow'r  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveller, 
a  "  Deny  thyfelf,  and  take  thy  crofs," 
Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command; 
Nature  muft  count  her  gold  but  drofs, 
If  me  would  gain  this  heav'nly  land. 

3  The  fearful  foul  that  tires  and  faints, 

And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 
Is  but  efteem'd  almoft  a  faint, 

And  makes  his  own  deftruction  fure. 

4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain; 

Create  my  heait  entirely  new; 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain* 
Which  falfe  apoflates  never  knew. 

HYMN  159.     Common  Metre. 
An  unconverted  JIate;  or,  Converting  grac?, 

1  r r^  REAT  King  of  glory  and  of  grace! 
LVJT  W||own  with  humble  fhame, 
How  vile  is  our  degen'rate  race, 
And  our  firft  father's  name.") 
a  From  Adam  flows  our  tainted  blood, 
The  poifon  reigns  within; 
Makes  us  averfe  to  all  that's  good, 
And  willing  flaves  to  fin. 
3  [Daily  we  break  thy  holy  laws, 
And  then  reject  thy  grace: 
Engag'd  in  the  old  ft  1  pent's  caufe, 
^fiainfl;  our  Maker's  face.] 


238  HYMNS.         [Book  2, 

4  We  live  eftrang'd  afar  from  God, 

And  love  the  diftance  well; 
With  hafte  we  run  the  dangrous  road 
That  leads  to  death  and  hell. 

5  And  canfuch  rebels  be  reftor'd? 

Such  natures  made  divine! 
Let  Tinners  fee  thy  glory,  Lord, 
And  feel  this  pow'r  of  thine, 

6  We  raife  our  Father's  name  on  high, 

Who  his  own  Spirit  fends, 
To  bring  rebellious  ftrangers  nigh, 
And  turn  his  foes  to  friends. 

HYMN    160.     Long  Metre, 

Cuftom  h  1  Jin, 

1  T  ETthe  wild  leapards  of  the  wood 
•^  Put  off  the  foots  that  nature  gives ! 
Then  may  the  wicked  turn  to  God, 
And  change  their  tempers,  and  their  lives, 

3  As  well  might  Ethiopean  flaves 

Warn  out  the  darknefs  of  their  fkin; 
The  dead  as  well  may  leave  thdr,  graves, 
As  old  tranfgreffq|s  ceafe  to  fin. 

3  Where  vice  has  held  its  empire  long, 

'Twill  not  endure  the  leaft  controul; 
None  but  a  pow'r  divinely  ftrong 
'   Can  turn  the  current  of  the  foul. 

4  Great  God|  I  own  thy  pow'r  divine, 

That  works  to  change  this  heart  of  mine; 
I  would  be  form'd  a-new,  and  blefs 
The  wonders  of  creating  grace, 


Book  2.]  HYMNS.  239 

HYMN     161.     Common  Metre. 
Chrijli an  virtues ;  or,  The  difficulty  of  comer/ion^ 

1  C  TRAIT  is  the  way,  the  door  is  ftrait 
O  That  leads  to  joys  on  high; 
?  i  is  but  a  few  that  find  the  gate, 
While  crouds  miftake  and  die. 
1  Beloved  felf  mufl  he  deny  d, 
The  mind  and  will  renew'd, 
Paflion  fupprefs'd,  and  patience  try'd,        ,  /;.* 
And  vain  defires  fubdu'd. 

3  |_Flem  is  a  dang  ro us  foe  to  grace, 

Where  it  prevails  and  rules  ; 
Flefh  muft  be  humbled,  pride  abas'd*        ^ 
Leic  they  deftroy  our  fouls. 

4  The  love  of  gold  be  baninVd  hence, 

(That  vile  idolatry) 
And  ev'ry  member,  ev'ry  fenfe, 
In  fweet  fubjeclion  lie. 

5  The  tongue,  that  mofl  unruly  pow'r, 

Requires  a  ftrong  reftiaint: 
We  muft  be  watchful  ev'ry  hour, 
And  pray,  but  never  faint] 

6  Lord!  can  a  feeble  helplefs  worm 

Fulfil  a  t^kfo  hard? 
Thy  grace  muit  ail  my  work  perform, 
And  give  the  free  reward. 

II  Y  M  N  162.     Common  Metre. 
7 he  vieditation  ef heaven;  or,  The  joys  of  faith. 
1  TV/TY  thoughts  furmount  thefe  lower  fides, 
-VJ-  And  look  within  the  veil; 
Thete  fprings  of  endlefs  pleafure  rife, 
The  waters  never  fait 

G3 


24.0  HYMNS.  [Book 

a  There  I  behold  with  fweet  delight 
The  bl'iTed  Three  in  One  ; 
And  ftrong  affections  fix  my  fight 
On  God's  incarnate  Son. 

3  His  promife  ftands  for  ever  firm, 

His  grace  (hall  ne'er  depart; 
Ke  binds  my  name  upon  his  arm, 
And  feals  it  on  his  heart. 

4  Light  are  the  pains  that  nature  brings; 

How  ilioi t  our  ibrrows  are! 
When  with  eternal,  future  things, 
The  prefent  we  compare. 

5  I  would  not  be  a  Granger  fiill 

To  that  eeleilial  place, 
Where  I  for  ever  hope  to  dwell, 
Near  my  Redeemer's  face. 

HYMN    163.     Common  Metre. 
Complaint  of  defer  t  ion  and  tempt  at  lor., 

1  "TXEARLord!  behold  our  fore  diftrefs, 
jL'    Our  fins  attempt  to  reign; 
Stretch  out  thine  arm  of  conqu'ring  grace, 
And  let  thy  foes  be  (lain. 
a  [The  lion  with  his  dreadful  roar 
Affrights  thy  feeble  iheep:  % 
Reveal  the  glory  of  thy  pow'r, 
And  chain  him  to  the  deep. 

3  Muff  we  indulge  a  long  defpair? 

Shall  aur  petitions  die? 
Our  mournings  never  reach  thine  ear, 
Nor  tears  affecT:  thine  eye?] 

4  If  thou  defpife  a  mortal  groan, 

Yet  hear  a  Saviour's  blood ; 
An  Advocate  fo  near  the  throne 
Pleads  and  prevails  with  God. 


Book  2.]  H  Y  M  N  S.  itik 

j  He 'brought  the  Spirit's  pow'rful  fword 
To  flay  .our  deadly  foes: 
Our  (ins  ihatl  die  beneath  thy  word, 
And  hell  in  vain  oppofe. 
6  How  boiindtefs  is  our  Father's  grace, 
In  height,  and  depth,  and  length  1 
Ke  made  his  Son  our  righteoufnefs, 
His  Spirit  is  our  ftrength. 

HYMN   164.     Common  Metre. 
The  end  of  the  ivorlJ. 

1  TTTHYfhould  this  earth  delight  us  fo? 

V  y     Why  mould  we  fix  our  eyes 
On  thefe  low  grounds,  where  iorrows  grow, 
And  ev'ry  pleafure  dies? 

2  While  time  his  (harpeft  teeth  preparer, 

Our  comforts  to  devour, 
Tnere  is  a  land  above  the  ftars, 
And  joys  above  his  pow'r. 

3  Nature  mail  be  difToJv'd  and  die, 

The  fun  muit  end  his  race, 
The  earth  and  fea  Br  ever  fly 
Before  my  Saviour's  face. 

4  When  will  that  glorious  morning  rife, 

When  the  lafc  trumpet  found, 
And  call  the  nations  to  the  Ikie?, 
From  underneath  the  ground? 

HYMN    165.    Common  Metre. 
U/ifruiiju/neJs,  ignorance ',  and  unfar.Elified  affl'O 

tions* 
1  T    ONG  have  I  fat  beneath  the  found 
J— '   Of  thy  falvation,  Lord; 
But  fail  how  weak  my  faith  is  found, 
And  knowledge  of  thy  wordl 


24*  HYMN  S.  [Book  t. 

i  Oft  I  frequent  thy  holy  place, 
A  nd  hear  almoft  in  vain ; . 
How  fmall  a  portion  of  thy  grace 
My  mem'ry  can  retain! 

3  f  My  dear  Almighty,  and  my  God, 

How  little  art  thou  known 
By  all  the  judgments  of  thy  rod, 
And  blr  flings  of  thy  throne!] 

4  |_How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  love! 

How  negligent  mv  rear! 
How  low  my  hope  of  joys  above! 
How  few  affections  there!] 

5  Great  God!  thy  fov'reign  powV  impart 

1  o  give  thy  word  fuccefs  ; 
Wr^te  thy  fa  vation  in  my  heart, 
And  make  me  learn  thy  grace. 

6  [Shew  my  forgetful  feet  the  way 

*'  hat  leads  to  joys  on  high; 
There  knowledge  grows  without  decay, 
And  love  fiiall  never  die.] 

HYMN  1 66.     Common  Metre. 
The  divine  perfettions. 
I  LIOW  Oial'  Ipraife  th' eternal  God, 
•*-*   That  infinite  unknown! 
Who  can  afcend  his  high  abode, 
Or  venture  near  his  throne! 
a  [The  great  Invifible  !  he  dwells 
Conceal'd  in  dazzling  light; 
But  his  all-fearching  eye  reveals 
The  fecrets  of  the  night. 
3  Thofe  watchful  eyes  that  never  fleep, 
Survey  the  world  around! 
His  wifdom  is  a  bound Jefs  deep, 
Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd.! 


Book  2.]  HYMN  S.  243 

4  [Speak  we  of  ftrength?  his  arm  is  flrong* 

To  fave  or  to  deftroy: 
Infinite  years  his  life  prolong, 
Andendlefs  is  his  joy.] 

5  He  knows  no  fhadow  of  a  change, 

Nor  alters  his  decrees; 
Firm  as  a  rock  his  truth  remains, 

To  guard  his  promifes.] 
i  [Sinners  before  his  prefence  die: 

How  holy  is  his  name! 
His  anger  and  his  jealoufy 

Burn  like  devouring  flame. 3 
7  Juftice  upon  a  dreadful  throne 

Maintains  the  rights  of  God, 
While  mercy  fends  her  pardons  down, 

Bought  with  a  Saviour's  blood. 
3  Now  to  my  foul,  immortal  King! 

Speak fome  forgiving  word; 
Then  'twill  be  doublejoy  to  fing 

The  glories  of  my  Lord. 

HYMN    167.     Long  Metre, 
The  divine  perfections. 
j  riRE.\T  God!  thy  glories  mall  employ 

Vjr  My  holy  fear,  my  humble  joy ; 

My  lips  in  fongs  of  honor  bring 

Their  tribute  to  th7  eternal  King. 
«  [Earth  and  the  ftars,  and  worlds  unknown, 

Depend  precarious  on  his  throne; 

All  nature  hangs  upon  his  word, 

And  grace  and  glory  own  their  Lord.] 
3  [His  fov'rergn  pow'r  what  mortal  knows! 

Jf  he  commands,  who  dare  oppofe? 

With  ftrength  he  girds  himfelf  around, 

.And  treads  the  rebels  to  the  ground.] 
G4 


fj4  H  V  M  N  S.  [Book  3. 

4  [  Who  fhall  pretend  to  teach  him  -{kill, 
Or  guide  the  counfels  of  his  will? 
His  wifdom,  like  a  Tea  divine, 
Flows  deep  and  high  beyond  our  line.] 

5  tills  name  is  holy,  and  his  eye 
Bums  with  immortal  jeaioufy; 

He  hates  the  fons  of  pride,  and  fheds 
His  fi'ry  veng'ancf  on  their  heads.] 

6  LThe  beamings  of  his  piercing  fight 
Bring  daik  hynocrify  to  light; 
Death  and  deftruclion  naked  iie, 
And  hell  uncover  d  to, his  eye  ] 

*j  [Th'  eternal  law  before  him  (lands; 
His  juftice  with  impartial  hands 
Divides  to  all  their  due  reward,  - 
Or  by  the  fceptreor  the  fwttrd.j 

8  [His  mercy  like  aboundlefs  fea, 
Wames  our  load  of  guilt  awav; 

While  his  own  Son  came  down  and  dy'd, 
T'  engage  his  juftice  on  our  fide.] 

9  [Each  of  his  words  demands  my  faith; 
My  foul  can  reft  on  all  he  faith; 

His  truth  inviolably  keeps, 
The  largeft  promife  of  his  lips.]  , 

10.  O;  tell  me  with  a  gentle  voice, 

■  Thou  art  my  God,"  and  I'll  rejoice; 
Fill'd  with  thy  love,  I  dare  proclaim 
The  brighteft  honors  of  thy  name. 

HYMN     168.     Long  Metre. 
The  fume' 
X   TEHOVAH  reigns,  his  throne  is  high, 
J    His  robes  are  light  and  majefty! 
His  glory  fhines  with  beams  fo  bright, 
No  mortal  can  fuftain  die  fight. 


£ook  2.]         H  Y  M  N  S. 

*  His  terrors  keep  the  world  in  awe; 

His  juftice  guards  his  holy  law; 

His  love  reveals  a  finiHng  (ace> 

His  truth  and  promife  feal  the  grace. 
S  Thro'  a?l  his  works,  his  wif'dom  fhineSj 

And  baffles  Satan's  deep  defisns; 

His  pow'r  is  ibv'reign  to  fulfil 

The  nobleft  counfels  of  his  will. 
4  And  will  this  glorious  Lord  defcend 

To  be  my  Father  and  my  Friend! 

Then  let  my  fongs  wiih'angds  j oin; 

Heav'n  is  fecure,  if  God  be  mine. 

HYMN    169. 

The  fame  as  the  cxlviiith  Pfalm, 

1  nPHE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
-i-     His  throne  is  built  on  high; 
The  garments  he  affiles 
Are  light  and  majefty; 

His  glories  fhree 

With  beams  fo  bright, 

No  mortal  eye 

Can  bear  the  fight. 
%  The  thunders  of  his  hand 
Keep  the  .wide  world  in  awe; 
His  wrath  and  juflice  R:.vA 
To  guard  his  holy  law; 

And  where  his  love 

Refolves  to  blefs, 

His  truth  confirms 

And  feals  the  grace. 
3  Thro'  all  his  ancient  works 
Sgrprifiag  wifdom  mines, 
Confounds  the  pow>s  of  hell, 
Arid  breaks  their  curs'd  defigns: 


'■n 


%*fi  HYMNS.  [Book  j. 

Strong  is  his  arm, 

And  (hall  fulfil 

His  great  decrees, 

His  fov' reign  will 
4  And  can  this  mighty  King 
Of  glory  condescend! 
And  will  he  writ  his  name, 
**  My  Father  and  my  Friends" 

I  love  his  name! 

I  love  his  word ! 

Join  all  my  pow'rs, 

And  praife  the  Lord. 

HYMN    170.     Long  Metre. 
God  iticomprebenjible  andfovsreign, 

l  r^AN  creatures  to  perfeclioji  find1*" 
Lv-^  TV  eternal,  uncreated  mind? 
Or  can  the  largeft  ftretch  of  thought 
Meafure  and  fearch  his  nature  out? 

%  ' Tis  high  as  heav'n,  'tis  deep  as  hell: 
And  what  can  mortals  know  or  tell? 
His  glory  fpreads  beyond  the  {ley, 
And  all  the  mining  worlds  on  high. 

3  But  man,  vain  man,  would  fain  be  wife; 
Born  like  a  wild  young  colt,  he  flies 
Thro'  all  the  follies  of  his  mind, 
Andfwells,  and  fnuffs  the  empty  wind."] 

4  God  is  a  King,  of  pow'r  unknown  : 
Firm  are  the  orders  of  his  throne: 
If  he  refolve  who  dare  oppofc, 

Or  afk  him  why,  or  what  he  does? 

5  He  wounds  the  heart,  and  he  makes  whole; 
He  calms  the  tempeft  of  the  foul : 

When  he  (huts  up  in  long  defpair, 
Who  can  remove  the  heavy  bar? 
1  Job  xi.  7,  &c% 


HYMNS.  2tf 

6  f  He  frowns,  and  darknefs  veils  the  moon; 
The  fainting  fun  grows  dim  at  noon; 

X  I  he  pi  Mars  of  heav'n's  {tarry  roof 
Tremble  and  ftart  at  his  reproof. 

7  He  gave  the  vaulted  heav  n  its  form* 
The  crooked  ferpent  and  the  worm ; 
He  breaks  the  billows  with  his  breath, 
And  fmite?  the  fons  of  pride  in  death. 

8  Thefe  are  a  portion  of  his  ways; 
But  who  mall  dare  delcribe  his  face? 
Who  can  endure  his  light,  or  (land 
To  bear  the  thunders  of  his  hand  ? 

f  Job  xxv.  5.    J  Job  xxvi.  n,  &c. 


The  END  of  the  SECOND  BOOK. 


•■rT'-.7i.lwn-.    i         --'- ■rrrr~ ~~" ■--■■——- ,,'n  •  " 

HYMNS, 

AND 

SPIRITUAL  SONGS, 


BOOK    III. 


Prepared  for  the  Lord's  Slipper. 

HYMN    i.     Long  Metre. 
The  Lord's  Supper  mfiituted.    i  Cor.  xi.  23,  &c. 

2  '"TPW/VS  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 

■*     When  pow'rs  of  earth  and  hell  arofe 
Againfl  the  Son  of  Gods  delight, 

And  friends  betray 'd  him  to  his  foes. 
n  Eeoe  the  mournful  fcene  began, 

He  took  the  bread, and  blefs'd  and  brake; 
What  love  thro'  all  his  aclions  ran ! 

What  wondrous  words  of  grace  he  fpake! 

3  "  This  is  my  body  broke  for  fin; 

*'  Receive  and  eat  the  living  food;" 
Then  took  the  cup  and  b.'tfs'd  the  wine: 
*'  *  1  is  the  new  cov'nant  in  my  blood.'* 

4  [For  us  his  fiefh  with  nails  was  torn, 

He  bo;e  the  fcourge,  he  felt  the  thorn: 
And  juftice  pour*d  upon  his  hr-ad 
Its  heavy  veng'ance  in  our  ftead. 

5  For  us  his  vital  blood  was  fpilt, 

To  buy  the  pnrdon  of  our  guilt; 
When,  for  b!:-ick  crimes  of  biggeilfizes 
He  gave  a  foul  a  faxrifice. ] 


Book  3. J  HYMN  S.  249 

6  "  Do  this,  (hecry'd)  till  time  fh all  end, 

"  in  mem'ry  of  your  dying  friend; 
<c  Meet  at  my  table,  and  record 

i(  The  love  of  your  departed  Lord." 

7  LJefus!  thy  feafl  we  celebrate, 

We  (hew  thy  death,  we  ling  thy  name. 
Till  thou  return-,  and  we  (bail  eat 
The  marriage  fupper  of  the  Lamb.  J 

HYMN    2.     Short  Metre. 
Communion  tvitk  Chrifli  a?id  with, faints* 
1  r  TESUS  invites  his  faints 
L  J    To  meet  around  his  board; 
Here  pardon'd  rebels  (it,  and  hold 
Communion  with  their  Lord, 
a  For  food-he  gave  his  fleih; 
He  bids  us  drink  his  blood; 
Amazing  favor,  mafchlefs  grace 
Of  our  defcending  Godi 

3  Tins  holy  bread  and  wine 

Maintains  our  fainting  breath, 
By  union  with  our  Jiving  Lord, 
And  int'reft  in  his  death  J 

4  Our  heav'nly  Father  calls 

Chrift  and  his  members  one? 
We  the  young  children  of  his  loye, 
And  he  the  foil-born  Son. 

5  We  are  but  fev'ral  parts 

Of  the  fame  broken  bread; 
Qne  body  hath  its  fev'ral  limbs, 
But  Jefus  is  the  head. 

6  Let  all  our  pow'rs  be  join'd 

His  glorious  name  to  raife : 
Pleafure  and  love  fill  ev  ry  mind, 
And  eVry  voirc  be  praife. 


3$o  HYMNS.  [Book  3. 

HYMN    3.    Common  Metre. 
The  New  etejla7nent  in  the  hiood  of  Chrijl;  or> 
The  new  covenant  fealed. 
I  iC     "THE  promife  of  my  Father's  love 
A    *'  Shall  ftand  for  ever  good :" 
He  laid,  and  gave  his  foul  to  death, 
And  feal  d  the  grace  with  blood, 
a  To  this  dear  cov'nant  of  thy  word 
I  fetmy  worthlefs  name; 
I  feal  th   engagement  to  my  Lord, 
And  make  my  humble  claim. 

3  The  light,  and  ftrength,  and  pard'ning  grace* 

And  glory  fhall  be  mine; 
My  life  and  foul,  my  heart  and  flefh, 
And  all  my  pow'rs  are  thine. 

4  I  call  that  legacy  my  own 

Which  Jtfus  did  bequeath; 
}Twas  purchas'd  with  a  dying  groan, 
And  ratify  d  in  death. 

5  Sweet  is  the  mem'ry  of  his  name 

Who  bitfs'd  us  in  his  will, 
And  to  his  teftament  of  love 
Made  his  own  life  the  feal. 

HYMN    4.     Common  Metre. 

Chrijfs  dying  ieve;  or,  Gur  pardon  bought  at  a 
dear  price. 
1  TLTOW  condefcendincr  and  how  kind 
^*-  Was  God's  eternal  Son! 
Our  m:s'ry  reach'd  his  heav'nly  mind, 
And  pity  brought  him  down. 
2,  {[Then  juftice,  by  our  fins  provok'd, 
Drew  forth  his  dreadfui  fword, 
He  gave  his  foul  up  to  the  ilrokc, 
Without  a  murm'ring  word. 


Book  5.]  HYMNS. 

3  [He  funk  benearh  our  heavy  woes, 

To  raile  us  to  his  throne: 
There's  ne'er  a  gift  his  hand  beftows 
But  coft  his  heart  a  groan.] 

4  This  was  companion  like  a  God, 

hat  when  the  Saviour  knew 
The  price  of  pardon  was  i»is  blood, 
Hispitv  ne'er  withdrew. 

5  Nowtho'he  reigns  exa  ted  high, 

His  love  is  Rill  as  great; 

Well  he  remembers  Calvary, 

Nor  let  his  Coots  forget. 

6  [Here  we  beho;d  his  bowels  roll, 

As  kind  as  when  he  dy'd, 
And  fee  the  forrews  of  Lis  fotsl 
Bleed  through  his  wounded  fide.] 

7  [Here  we  receive  repeated  feals 

Of  Jefas'  dw.g  love; 
Hard  is  -the  wretch  that  never  feels 

One  foft  auction  move.] 
5  Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt, 

While  we  his  dearh  record-, 
And,  with  our  joy  for  psroon  d  -guilt, 

Mourn  that  we  pk-re'd  the  Lord. 

H  Y  M  N     5.     Common  Metre. 
Chrijl  the  brew!  of  'life.  John  vl.  3  t,  35,  $4'. 
¥   T  E  T  us  adore  trV  eternal  Word, 
*-*  ''Tis  ha  our  fouls  bach  Fed: 
Thou  art  our  living  ftream,  O  Lord, 
And    hou  th'  immortal  bread. 
lie  nxinn-  came  f.om  lower  (kies, 
But  jlfcv  frofo  above. 
Where  1 

.7  with  love. 
A 


*S*  H  Y  M  N  S,  Boo  v  3. J 

3  The  Jews,  the  fathers,  dy'd  at  laft, 

Who  eat  the  heav'nly  bread; 
But  thefe  piovifions  which  wc  tafle 
Can  raife  us  from  the  dead. 3 

4  Blefs'd  be  the  Lord,  that  gives  his  flerti 

To  nourifh  dying  men; 
And  often  fprtads  his  table  frefh, 
Left  we  mould  faint  again. 

5  Our  fouls  iha'l  draw  their  heav'nly  breath, 

Whi:e  Jefus  finds  fupplies: 
Ixor  mail  cur  graces  (ink  to  desth, 
For  Jefus  never  dies- 

6  [Daily  out  mortal  h\m  decays, 

But  Chrift  our  life  (halt come; 
His  unrcfitled  pow'r  (ha!l  raife 
Our  bodies  from  the  tomb.] 

H  Y  M  N    6.     Long  Metre. 
The  memorial  of  our  ahfent  Lord. 
John  xvi.  16.    Luke  xxii.  19.     John  xiv.  3. 
1    T  KSUS  is  gone  above  the  fkics, 

J    Where  our  weak  fenfes  reach  him  not; 
And  car  mil  objects  c  ;urt  our  eyes. 

To  thruft  our  Saviour  from  our  thought, 
a  He  knows  what  wand'ring  hearts  v/e  have. 
Apt  to  forget  his  lovely  face ,' 
And  to  refrtfh  our  minds,  he  gave 
Thefe  kind  memorials  of  his  grace. 

3  The  Lord  of  life  this  table  fpread 

With  his  own  fljlh  and  dying  blood; 
We  on  the  rich  proviiioh  feed, 
And  taftethe  wine,  and  blefs  the  God* 

4  Let  fin ful  fweets  be  all  forgot,         0 

And  earth  grow  lefs  in  our  efteem; 
Chrift  and  his  love  fill  ev'ry  thought, 
And  faiih  and  hope  b§  fix'd  on  him. 


Book  3.]         HYMN  SS  2^ 

5  While  he  is  abfent  from  our  fight, 

'Tis  to  prepare  our  fouls  a  place. 
That  we  may  dwell  in  heav'uiy  light, 
And  live  for  ever  near  his  face. 

6  I_Our  eyes  look  upwards  to  the  hills 

Whence  our  returning  Lord  fball  come; 
We  wait  thy  chariot's  awfui  wheels, 
To  fetch  our  longing  fpirits  home.] 

HYMN    7.     Long  Metre. 

Crucifixion  to  the  ivor/d  by  the  crofs  of  ChriJ, 

Galatians  vi.  14. 

1  XX7"HEN  I  ftirvey  the  wondrous  crofs 

VV     On  which  the  Prince  of  Glory  dy'd, 

My  richeti  gain  1  count  but  lofs, 

And  pour  contempt  on  aJl  my  pride. 
1  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  fhouid  boair, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Chriir.  my  God ; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  moit, 
I  facrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down! 
Did  e'er  fuch  love  and  forrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compofe  fo  rich  a  crown! 

4  \_Hh  dying  crimlcn,  like  a  robe, 

Spreads  o'er  his  body  on  the  tree; 
Then  am  I  dead  to  ail  the  globe, 
And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me.]| 

5  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 

That  were  a  prefent  far  too  fmall ; 
Lovefo  amazing,  fo  divine, 
Demands  my  foul,  my  life,  my  all, 
H  Y  M  N  8.     Common  Metre, 
^  The  tree  of  life, 

1  TOOME,  let  us  join  a  joyful  tune, 
-.V^*  To  our  exalted  Lord, 
Ye  faints  on  high  around  his  thione, 
And  we  around  his  board. 


2jf  H  Y  M  N  S.  [Book  3.   * 

%  While  oncenpr\n  this  lower  ground, 
Weary  and  faint  ye  flood, 
What  dear  refreihments  here  ye  found 
From  this  immortal  food! 

3  The  tree  of  life,  thai  near  the  throne, 

Jn  heavVshigh  gaiden  grows, 
Laden  with  grace  bends  gently  down 
Its  ever-fmiling  boughs. 

4  [Hov'ring  amongtl  the  leaves  there  ftands 

The  fweet  celeftial  dove, 
And  jefus  on  the  brandies  hangs 
The  banner  of  his  love."j 

5  f 'Tis  a  young  heav'n  of  Grange  delight, 

While  in  his  fhade  we  fit; 
His  fruit  is  pleafing  to  the  fight* 

And  to  the  taite  is  fweet. 
4  Naw  life  it  fpreads  through  dying  hearts, 

And  cheers  the  drooping  mind; 
Vigor  and  joy  the  juice  imparts 

Without  a  fling  behind. J 

7  Now  let  the  flaming  weapon  {land 

And  guard  all  Eden's  trees; 
There's  ne'er  a  plant  in  all  that  land 
That  bears  fuch  frtits  as  theie. 

8  Infinite  grace  our  fouls  adore, 

Whofe  wondrous  hand  has  made 
This  living  branch  of  fov'reign  pow'r 
'J  0  raife  and  heal  the  dead. 

H  Y  M  N  9.     Short  Metre. 
The  Spirit,  the  water,  and  the  bl<x>4. 
1  John  v.  6.  ^ 

j  pf    ET  all  cur  tongues  be  one 
L-*— '   To  praife  our  God  on  hig'i, 
Who  *rora  his  bofom  Ant  h's  Son 
To  fstch  us  ftrangeis  nigh. 


Book  3.]  HYMN  S, 

a  Nor  let  our  voices  ceafe 
To  fing  the  Saviour's  name; 
Jefus,  th'  ambaiTiidor  of  peace, 
Iiow  cheerfully  he  came. 

3  It  coft  him  cries  and  tears 
To* bring  us  near  to  God ; 

Great  was  our  debt,  and  he  appears 
To  make  the  payment  good."! 

4  My  Saviour's  pierced  fide 
Pour'd  out  a  double  flood 5 

By  waaer  we  are  purify 'd, 

■And  pardon'd  by  the  blood. 

5  Infinite  was  our  guilt, 
But  he,  our  prieft,  atones; 

On  the  cold  ground  his  life  was  Cpilt9 
And  offer'd  with  his  groans, 

6  Look  up,  my  ibul,  to  him, 
Whofe  death  was  thy  defert^ 

And  humbly  view  the  living  ftream 
Flow  from  his  breaking  Jit-art, 

*/  There  on  the  curfed  tree 
In  dying  pangs  he  lies, 
Fulfils  his  Father's  great  decree. 
And  all  our  wants  fuppiie?, 

8  Thus  the  Redeemer  came, 
By  water  and  by  blood  ; 

And  wfaen  the  Spirit  fpeaks  the  fame, 
We  feel  his  witnefs  good. 

9  While  the  eternal  Three 
Bear  their  record  above, 

Here  I  believe  he  dy'd  for  me, 
And  feal  my  Saviour's  love. 

10  [Lord,  deanfe  my  foul  from  f>n  4 
Nor  let  thy  grace  depart; 

Great  Comforter,  abide  within, 
And  witrids  to  my  hem. \ 


>5 


;56  H  Y  M  N  S.  [Book  3, 

H  Y  M  N    10.     Long  Metre. 
Chrijl  crucified,  the  ivifdo?n  and  power  of  God. 
1  ]y].VrUlvE  with  open  volume  ftands, 
•"•^   To  fpread  her  Maker's  pjaife  abroad; 
And  ev'ry  labor  of  his  hands 
Shews  lbmething  worthy  of  a  God. 
i  But  in  the  grace  that  refcu'd  man, 
His  brighteft  form  of  glory  (nines ; 
Here,  on  the  crcfs,  'tis  iairefl  drawn 
Jn  precious  blood,  and  crimfon  lines. 

3  {_Here  his  whole  name  appears  complete; 

Nor  wit  can  guefs,  nor  reafon  prove, 
Which  of  the  letters  beft  is  writ, 

The  pow'r,  the  wifdom,  or  the  love."} 

4  Here  I  behold  his  inmoft  heart, 

Where  grace  and  veng'ance  ftrangely  join, 
Piercing  his  Son  with  lnarpeft  fmart, 
To  make  the  purchas'd  pleafures  mine. 

5  O!  the  fvveet  wonders  of  that  crofs, 

Where  God  the  Saviour  lov'd  and  dy'd! 
Her  nobleft  life  niy  ipirit  draws 
From  his  dear  wounds  and  bleeding  fide. 

6  I  would  for  ever  (peak  his  name, 

In  founds  to  mortal  ears  unknown: 
With  angels  join  to  praife  the  Lamb, 
And  worftiip  at  his  Father's  throne. 

H  Y  M  Nil.     Common  Metre. 
Pardon  brought  to  otirfenfes. 
1  T    ORD,  how  divine  thy  comforts  are! 
V~*  How  heav'nly  is  the  place 
Where  Jefus  fpreads  the  facred  fcaft 
Of  his  redeeming  grace! 
a  There  the  rich  bounties  of  our  God, 
And  (weeteft  glories  fhine; 
There  Jefus  fays,  that  '*  I  am  his, 
"  And  my  beloved's  mine. 


Boor:  3.]  H  Y  M  N  S.  257 

3  "  Here,"  (fays  the  kind  redeeming  Lord, 

And  (hews  his  wounded  fide) 
"  See  here  the  fpring  of  all  your  joys, 
"  That  open'd  when  I  dy'd!" 

4  [_He  fmi!es  and  cheers  my  mournful  heart, 

And  tells  of  ail  his  pain: 
**  All  this  (fays  he)  1  bore  for  thee}" 
And  then  he  fmiles  again.] 

5  What  mall  we  pay  our  heav'nly  King 

For  grace  fo  vaft  as  th:s? 
He  brings  our  pardon  to  our  eyes, 
And  Teals  it  with  a  kifs. 

6  [Let  fuch  amazing  loves  as  thefe 

Be  founded  all  abroad; 
Such  favors  are  beyond  degrees, 
And  worthy  cf  a  God.] 

7  [To  him  that  wauYd  us  in  his  blood 

Be  everlafting  praife; 
Salvation,  honor,  glory,  pow'r, 
Eternal  as  his  days.l 

HYMN    12.     Long  Metre. 
The  go/pel  feafl.    Luke  xiv.  16,  &c. 
1  ftJOW  rich  are  thy  provifions,  Lord! 
{-*^*  Thy  tabje  furniuYd  from  above! 
The  fruits  of  life  o'erfpread  the  board, 
The  cup  o'erflows  with  heav'nly  love, 
a  Thine  ancient  family,  the  Jews, 
Were  firft  invited  to  the  feaft: 
We  humbly  take  what  they  refufe, 
And  Gentiles  thy  falvation  tafte. 

3  We  are  the  poor,  the  blind,  the  lame. 

And  help  was  fir,  and  death  was  nigh? 
But  at  the  gofpel-call  we  came, 
And  ev'ry  want  receiv'd  fupply. 

4  From  the  high  way  that  leads  to  hell, 

From  paths  of  darknefs  and  defpair, 
Lord,  we  are  conre  with  thee  to  dwell 
Glad  to  enjoy  thy  prefence  here. 


TL%  H  Y  Ivi  N  [Book  y. 

5  f  What  flh  ill  we  pay  th'  etf :rnal  Son, 

That  left  tbe  hcav'n  of  his  abode, 
And  to  this  wretched  earth  came  down. 
To  bring  us  v/and\ers  back  to  God? 

6  It  cq^.  Iiim  death  tofave  our  lives; 

To  buy  our  fouls  it  coft  his  own; 
An ■:]  all  the  unknown  joys  he  gW«*$ 

Were  bought  with  agonies  unknown. 
j  Our  eve-flatting  love  is  due 

Jo  him  that  ranforn'd  finners  loft; 
And  pity'd  rebels,  when  he  knrw 

Ti;t:  vaft  expenfehis  love  would  coft.] 

H  Y  M  N   i  j.    Common  Metre. 

Divhe  'o':e  making  Ctftaft.,  and  calling  in  the- 
yuy/s,      LulLc  Mi V.  x;r  22,  23. 

x  TTOW  fweet  and  a'^ful  is  the  place 
X  X    With  Cjtarift  wiihin  the  doors* 
W'v!  ■  ev.' .r'aft-npr  leve  d'.fplays 
Toe  C   tyceji  of  her  Acres! 
a  Hereev  rybotfel  ofonr  God 
VVith  f: •'«  eompailion  rolls: 
Her  *  peace  arid  pardon  bought  with  bloodp 
Is  fooo  for  dying  foiffc. 

3  [While  all  our  hearts  and  all  our fongs 

Jin  to  admire  the  feair, 
Each  of  us  cry  with  thankful  tongues, 
"  Lord,  why  was  I  a  gueii? 

4  "  Wliy  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 

"   *>nd  emer  while  there's  room; 
"  When  thcufan's  make  a  wretched  choice, 

"  And  rather  ftarve  than  come?"] 
I  'Twas  the  fame  love  that  fpread  the  feaft 

That  fweeHy  forcM  us  in; 
Tile  we  had  ftill  refus'd  to  tafte> 

And  periilv'd  in  our  fin. 


Book  3.]  HYMNS.  #$ 

6  J, Pity  the  nations:  O  our  God! 

Conftrain  the  earth  to  come: 
Send  thy  vi glorious  word  abroad, 
And  bring  the  ftrangei  s  home. 

7  We  long  to  fee  thy  churches  full, 

That  all  the  chofen  race 
May  with  one  voice,  and  heart,  and  foul, 
Sing  thy  redeeming  grace."] 

H  Y  M  N    14.     Long  Metre, 
The  fongoj  Simeon,  Luke  ii.  28:  or,  Afighi  of 
Cbrift  makes  deatb  ea/y. 
1  VTOW  have  our  hearts  errrbraVd  our  God, 
IN    We  would  forget  all  earthly  charms, 
And  wifh  to  die,  as  Simeon  woivd, 
With  his  young  Saviour  in  his  aims. 
•  Our  lips  mould  iearn  that  joyful  fong. 
Were  but  our  hearts  prepar'd  like  his; 
Our  fouls  ftill  willing  to  be  gone, 
And  at  thy  word  depart  in  peace. 

3  Here  we  have  feen  thy  face,  O  Lord, 

And  view'd  faivation  with  onreyes, 
Tafted  and  felt  she  living  word, 

'I  he  bread  defcending  from  the  fties. 

4  Thou  haft  pre  par  !d  this  dying  Lamb, 

Haft  fet  bis  blood  before  our  iace, 
To  teach  the  terrors  of  thy  name, 
And  fhew  the  wondets  of  thy  grace. 

5  He  is  our  light,  our  morning  ftar 

Shall  fhine  on  nations  yet  unknowns 
The  glory  of  thine  Ifra'l  here. 
And  joy  of  fpirits  near  thy  throne. 
HYMN    15.     Common  Metre. 
Our  Lord  Jefus  at  his  oivn  ttbie- 
1  TnpHE  meni'ty  of  out  dying  Lord- 
L  A    Awakes  a  thankful  tongue: 
How  rich  he  fpread  his  royal  board., 
And  blefs'd  the  food,  and  funs* 
FT  2 


z£o  HYMNS.         [Book  3 

a  Happy  the  men  that  eat  this  bread; 
But  doubly  bleft  was  he 
That  gently  bow'd  his  loving  head, 
And  Ieah'd  it,  Lord  on  thee. 

3  By  faith  the  fame  delights  we  tafte 

As  that  great  fav'rite  did 
And  fit  and  lean  on  Jefus'  breaft, 
And  take  the  heav'nly  bread.] 

4  Down  from  the  palace  of  thefkies, 

Hither  the  Kingdefcends; 
"  Come,  my  beloved,  ear,  (he  cries) 
*'  And  drink  falvation,  friends. 

5  ["  My  flefliis  food  and  phytic  too, 

"  A  balm  for  all  your  pains: 
"  And  th*  red  dreams  of  pardon  ilovr 
"  From  thefe  my  pierced  veins."  j 

6  Hofannato  his  bounteous  love 

For  inch  a  feaft  below ! 
Ami  yet  he  feeds  his  faints  above 
With  nobler  bleflings  too. 

7  [Come,  the  dear  day,  the  glorious  hoar, 

That  brings  our  ibuls  to  rei:! 
Then  we  (hall  need  thefe  types  no  more, 
But  dwell  at  th'  heav'nly  fraft.  "j 
11  Y  M  N    16.     Common  Metre. 
Tbs  allies  if  Ckrr/1. 
1  "VT  OW  let  our  pains  be  all  forgot, 
i-N    Our  heaits  no  more  repine? 
Cur  fuff'rings  are  not  worth  a  thought, 
When,  Lord,  compar'd  with  thine, 
a  In  lively  figures  here  we  fee 
The  bleeding  Prince  of  love; 
Each  of  us  hopes  he  dy'd  for  mc, 
And  then  our  griefs  remove. 
3  £Our  humble  faith  here  takes  her  riff,1 
While  fitting  round  his  board j 
And  back  to  Calvary  fhe  flies, 
To  view  her  groaning  Lord. 


Book  3.]  HYMNS.  26: 

4  His  foul  what  agonies  it  felt 

When  his  own  God  withdrew! 
And  the  large  load  of  all  oar  guilt 
Lay  heavy  on  him  too! 

5  But  the  divinity  within 

Supported  him  to  bear: 
Dying,  he  conquer'd  hell  and  fin, 
And  made  his  triumph  there. J 

6  Grace,  wildom,  juftice  join'd  and  wrought. 

The  wonders  of  that  day: 
No  mortal  tongue,  nor  mortal  thought, 
Can  equal  thanks  repay. 

7  Our  hymns  fliould  found  like  thofe  above* 

Could  we  our  voices  raife; 
Yet,  Lord,  our  hearts  mall  all  be  lave, 
And  all  our  lives  be  praife. 

H  Y  M  N    17.     Short  Metre. 

Incomparable  ft  sJ;  or,  Thefisfn  and  bksd  &f 

Chrijl. 

1  pTT7E  fingth'  amazing  deeds 
J    VV    That  grace  divine  performs; 
Th'  eternal  God  comes  down,  and  bleeds 
To  nourim  dying  worms, 
a  This  foul-reviving  wine, 
Dear  Saviour,  'tis  thy  blood; 
We  thank  that  facred  fkfh  of  thine 
For  this  immortal  food.j 

3  The  banquet  that  we  eat 

Is  made  of  heav'nly  things! 
Earth  hath  no  dainties  half  fo  Tweet 
As  our  Redeemer  brings. 

4  In  vain  had  Adam  fought, 
And  featch'd  his  garden  rotmd; 

For  there  was  nofuch  bidfed  fruit 
In  all  that  happy  ground. 


W%:  HYMN  s,         ffiswz  3, 

5  Th'  angelic  hoft  above 

Can  never  taile  this  food;  . 

They  feaft  upon  their  Maker's  love, 
But  not  a:Saviour's  blood. 

6  On  us  th'  almighty  Lord 
Bellows  this  matchlefs  grp.ee, 

And  meets  us  with  fome  chscring  wordr 
With  pjeafurein  1 1  t 3  (ace. 

7  Come,  ail  ye  drooping  faints, 
And  banquet  with  the  Kmg; 

This  wine  wih  drown  your  i'dd  comp'aints. 

And  tune  your  voice  to  ling, 
o  Salvation  to  the  name 

Of  Our  adored  Cbnii; 
Thro'  die  wnie  earth  his  grace  proclaim, 

His  g«6iy  in  the  bigh'it. 

It  Y  M  N     18.     Long  Metre, 
The  fame. 
1   IE  SUS !  we  bo  w  he  tore  thy  feet : 
J    Thy  table  is  divinely  ftor/d; 

•lb  on;  fouls  have  eat, 
bread,  we  thank  thee,  Lord! 
And  here  we  drink  our  Saviour's  blood;. 

We  thank  thee.  Lord,  'tis  ger/rous  wine,. 
M  i  d  g  Led  <&  i  t  h  lo  v  e ;  1  h  e  fa  tintaifl  f  J  a  w  d 
From  that  dear  bleeding  heart  of  thine, 
On  earth  is  ooitich  fweetnefs  found, 

For  the  Lamb's  Hem  is  heav'nly  food: 
In  vain  weieaich  the  globe  an ..-und. 

For  bread  io  fine,  or  wine  to  ^cod. 
Carnai  provisions  can  at  belt 

Hut  cheer  the  heart,  or  warm  the  head: 
But  the  rich  coroiai  that  we  tulle 

Gives  life  eternal  to  the  1! 
Joy  to  the  mailer  of  the  featl; 

His  name.owr  fouls  i'or  eror  Weft; 

To  God  the  King,  and  God  the  Pride, 

Aloud  hoiaaaa  round  the  place. 


Book  3.}        HYMN  5.  ?£? 

HYMN    19.     Long  Metre. 
Glory  hi  the  erofsj  v\\  Aot  ajhamed  of  Chrijl 
crucified. 
1     A  T  thy  command,  our  cleared  Lord, 
Jl\.  Here  we  attend  thy  dying  feaft; 
Thy  blood  Jike  wine  adorns  thy  board, 
And  thine  own  fleih  feeds  ev'ry  gueit* 
a  Our  faith  adores  thy  bleeding  love, 
And  trufts  for  \if>i  in  one  that  dy'd; 
We  hope  for  heavily  crowns"  above, 
From  a  Redeemer  crueify'd, 

3  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  lhame, 

And  fling  their  fcandals  on  thy  cauie; 
We  come  to  boa  ft  our  Saviour's  name, 
And.  make  our  triumphs  in  his  crofs. 

4  With  joy  we  tell  theiccfnngage, 

Ke  that  was  dead  hath  left  his  tomb, 
He  lives  above  their  u-tmoft  rage, 
.And  we  are  waiting  till  he  come. 

HYMN    23.     Common  Metre. 
The  provifisns  for  the  table  of  our  Lord;  or,  T/u 

tree  of  life,  and  river  of  love. 
1  T    OR.D,  we- adore  thy  bounteous  hand, 
■!_-'  And  ling  the  folemn  feafl, 
Where  fweet  cefeltial  dainties  fland 
For  ev'ry  willing  gueft. 
%  [The  tree  of  life  adores  the  board 
With  rich  immoral  fruit, 
And  ne'ftF  an  a-ngrv  flaming  fword 
To  guard  the  parage  10  1.         ... 

3  The  cup  Hands  crown'd  with  living  juice;- 

The  fountain  flows  above. 
And  runs- down  irrearnipg  for  our  uie, 
In  rivulets  cA  iovn.  I 

4  The  food's  prepay  >rby  lr.av'nlyart 

1  he  pjcafu'es  well  r-efic  d; 
T;;ev  fgtead  ne*  life  ti.:<>'  ev'ry  heart, 
And  cheer  the  drooping  mind. 


HYMNS.         [Book  3. 

5  Shout  and  proclaim  the  Saviour's  love, 

Ye  faints  that  tafie  his  wine: 
Join  with  your  kindred  faints  above, 
In  loud  hofannas  join. 

6  Athoufand  glories  to  the  God 

That  gives  fuchjoys  as  this; 
Hofanna!  let  it  found  abroad, 
And  reach  where  Jefus  is. 

HYMN    21.     Common  Metje. 

The  triumphal  feajl  for  Chrift's  vtftory  wefjint 
■     and  deaiby  and  htll. 

1  r/~iOME,  let  us  lift  our  voices  high, 
LVj   High  as  our  joys  arife, 
And  join  the  longs  above  the  (ky, 
Where  pleafure  never  dies. 
1  Jefus,  the  God  that  fought  and  bled, 
And  conquer'd  when  he  fell; 
That  role,  and  at  his  chariot  wheels 
Diagg'dall  the  pow'rs  of  htll.] 

3  "[JefuS,  the  God,  invites  us  here 

To  this  triumphal  feaft. 
And  brings  immortal  bleflings  down 
For  each  redeemed  guefi.j 

4  The  Lord!  hcv/  fclorious  is  his  face! 

How  kind  his  fmlles  appear ! 
And  O!  what  melting  words  he  fays 
To  ev'ry  humble  ear! 

5  "  For  you,  the  children  of  my  love, 

f*  it  was  for  you  1  dv'd  •' 
"  Behold  my  hands,  behold  my  feet, 
"  And  look  into  my  Ide. 

6  "  Thtfe  are  the  wounds  ior  you  I  bore, 

•'  The  tokens  of  my  pains, 
"  When  I  came  down  to  free  your  fouls 
"  From  mtfery  and  chains* 


Book  3,]  H  Y  M  N  S.  265 

7  **  LJuftice  unfheath'd  its  fi'ry  fword 

'*   ^.nd  plung'd  it  in  my  heart; 
"  Infinite  pangs  for  you  I  bore, 
*4  And  moil  tormenting  fmart. 

8  "  When  hell  sad  ah  itsfpitcful  pow'rs 

"  Stood  dreadful  in  my  way, 
"Jo  refcue  thofe  dear  lives  of  yours* 
"  I  gave  my  dwh  away. 

9  "  But  while  I  bled,  and  groan'd  anddy'd, 

"*  I  ruin'd  Satan's  throne; 
'*  High  on  my  crofs  1  hung  and  ipy'd 
"  'Hie  monfler  tumbling  down. 

10  u  Now  you  mull  triumph  at  mv  feaft, 

"  And  tafte  my  fleih,  mv  blood; 
"  -Ard  live  eternal  ages  bleiVd, 

•  M;  o  r  '  t  i  s  i  mm o r t a  I  f 00 d . : ' 
ji  Victorious  G'od  !  what  can  we  pay 

For  tavors  io  divine! 
We  would  devote  our  hearts  away 

To  be  for  ever  thine.] 
1  z  We  give  thee,  Lord,  our  higheft  praife, 

The  tribute  of  ©iii  tongue*; 
But  themes  io  infinite  as  theie 

Exceed  our  noblefc  fongs. 

H  Y  M  N    22.    Long  Metre. 
The  cowpcij]lo?i  of  a  dying  Chrifl. 
1  rYJR  ipirits  pin  1'  adore  the'lamb; 
v^   O,  that  our  fe;-b!e  lips  could  move: 
In  ilrains  immortal  as  hfs  name, 
And  melting  as  his  dying  love  ! 
a  Was  evf  r  equal  pity  f«.und  ! 

The  Prince  of  Heav'n  refign'd  his  breathy 
And  pours  his  life  cut  on  tfcie  ground, 
To  ranfom  guilty  worms  from  death. 
3   [Rebe>s,  we  broke  our  Maker's  laws; 
He  from  the  threarnirigs  let  us  free, 
Bore  the  full  veng'anceon  his  crefs, 
And  nail'd  the  curfes  to  the  tree.] 


m  H  Y  M  N  S.  [Baos  ?. 

[  [The  law  proclaims  no  terror  bow, 
And  Sanai's  thunder  rolls  no  mc  re; 
From  all  his  wounds  new  bleffings  iiow, 
A  fea  of  joy  without  a  (hore. 
;  Here  we  have  waih'd  our  deepefl  fiains, 

And  heal'd  our  wounds  with  heav'niy  blood; 
B'efs'd  fountain!  fpringing  from  the  veins 
O  JeTus,our  incarnate  God. 3 
>  In  vain  our  mortal  voices  ftrive 
To  fpeak  companion  fo  di\  ine; 
Had  we  a  thouiand  lives  to  give, 
A  thoufand  lives  fttould  all  be  thine. 

HYMN    23.     Common  Metre. 
Grace  and  glory  by  the  de ath  of  Ckrljl. 
i  r  C IT  TING* around  our  Father's  board.. 
L1^   We  raife  our  tuneful  breath; 
Our  faith  beholds  our  dying  Lord, 
And  dooms  our  fins  to  death. "] 
i  We  fee  the  blood  of  Jelus  ihed, 
Whence  all  our  pardons  rife; 
The  finner  .views  th'  atonement  made. 
And  loves  the  facrifice. 
j  Thy  cruel  thorns,  thy  fhameful  crofs 
Procure  us  heav'niy  crowns: 
Our  higheft  gain  fprings  from  thy  Icfs; 
Our  healing  from  thy  wounds.  __ 
$  O!   'tis  impoffible  that  we 
Who  dwell  in  feeble  clay, 
Should  equal  faff' rings  bear  for  thee, 
Or  equal  thanks  repay. 

HYMN    24.     Common  Metre. 
Pardon  'and Jtrength  from  Cbrif. 
I  "FEATHER,  we  watt  to  Fed  thy  grace, 
Jl     To  fee  thy  giories  fhine; 
'J  he  Lord  will  his  own  table  blefs 
And  make  the  feaft  divine. 


Hook  3.}  H  Y  M  K  S. 

a  We  touch,  we  tafte  the  heavTiiy  bread, 
We  drjnjc  'he  il  cvtd  cud  ; 
With  outward  &u>ps  on.  ttiift  is  fed, 
Our  fouls  rjrice  in  hope. 

3  We  (hail  appear  before  the  throne 

Of  our  forgiving  God, 
BrdsM  in  the  garment?  of  his  Son, 
And  fprinkled  with  his  blood. 

4  We  mall  be  H:rong  to  run  the  race, 

And  climb  the  upper  (icy; 
Chrift  will  provide'our  fouls  witli  grace, 
He  bought  a  larpe  fuppjy- 

5  [Let  us  indulge  a  cheerful  frame, 

For  joy  becomes  a  feaf>j 
We  love  the  mem'ry  of  his  name 
More  than  the  wine  we  raffe.] 
H  Y  M  N  25.     Common  Metre, 
Divine  gloria  and  graces. 
1  TTOVV  ar*1  thy  glories  here  difplay'd! 
AJL  Great  God!  how  bright  they  lhiner 
While  at  thy  word  v/e  break  the  bread, 
And  pour  the  flowing  wine. 
a  Here  thy  revenging  juilice  ftands, 
And  pleads  its  dreadful  caufe; 
Here  faving  mercy  fpreads  her  hands, 
Like  Jefur  on  the  crofs. 

3  Thy  faints  attend  with  ev'ry  grace, 

On  this  great  facrifiee; 
/And  love  appea rs  with  cheerful  face, 
And  faith  with  fixed  eyes. 

4  Our  hope  in  Watting  pofture  /its, 

To  heav  »  directs  her  fi$?ht; 
Here  ev*ry  warm  r  pkflion  meets,  ' 
And  warruti  pow'rs  wnire. 

5  Zeal  and  revenue  perform  their  part, 

And  rifingfr  deEroy; 
Repentance  c  upes  with  aching  heart, 
Yet  not  forbids  the  joy. 


2?8  HYMNS.  [Book  3. 

6  Dear  Saviour  change  our  faith  to  fight, 
Let  fin  for  ever  die; 
Then  (hall  our  fouls  be  all  delight, 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry. 

Cjr"  I  cannot  perfuade  myfelfloput  a  full  period  to 
thefe  Divine  Hymns,  till  1  have  addrejjed  afpecial 
Jbng  of  glory  to  God  the  Father,  the  Son,  and  the 
Holy  SpFftt.  Though  the  Latin  name  of  it,  Gloria 
Patri,  be  retained  in  our  nation  from  the  Roman 
church  :  and*  though  there  may  he  fome  excefcs  of 
fuperjhtious  honor  paid  to  the  'words  of  it,  which  may 
have  wrought  fome  unhappy  prejudices  in  weaker 
Chrijlians,  yet  I  believe  it  fill  to  be  one  of  the  ko- 
hleft  parts  of  Chrifian  worfhip.  Thefubjecl  of  it 
is  the  doclrineofthe  Trinity,  which  is  that  peculiar 
glory  of  the  divjns  nature,  that  our  Lord  Jefus 
Chrift  hath  fo  clearly  revealed  unto  men,  and  is  fo 
neceffary  to  true  Chrifiianity.  The  aelion  is  praife» 
which  is  one  of  the  mofl  complete  and  exalted  parts 
of  heavenly  wsrfiip.  I  have  cajl  thefong  into  a  va- 
riety of  forms,  and  have  fitted  it  by  a  plain  verfion, 
or  a  larger  paraphrafe,  to  befung  either  alone,  or 
at  the  conclufion  of  another  Hymn.  /  have  added 
alfo  a  few  ho) annas,  or  afcriptions  of  f ah  at  ion  to 
Chrifl  in  the  fame  manner,  and  for  the  fame  end, 

DOXOLOGIES. 

dfong  ofpraife  to  the  ever  bleffed  Trinity,  God 
the  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit. 
H  Y  M  N   26.     1  ft.    Long  Metre. 
1  T>  LESS'D  be  the  Father  and  his  love, 
-*-*  To  whofe  celeftial  fource  we  owe 
Rivers  of  endlefs  joys  above, 
And  rills  of  comfort  here  below. 
%  G'cry  to  thee,  great  Son  of  God, 

From  whofe  dear  wounded  body  rolls 
A  precious  ftrcam  of  vital  blood, 
Pardon  and  life  for  dying  fouls. 


Book  3.]  HYMNS.  269 

3  We  give  thee,  facred  Spirit,  praife, 

Who  in  oar  hearts  of  hn  and  woe 
Makes  living  fprings  of  grace  arife, 
And  into  boundlefs  glory  fbw. 

4  Thus  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

And  Gad  the  Spirit,  we  adore; 

That  fea  of  life  and  love  unknown, 

Without  a  bottom,  or  a  fhore. 

HYMN   27.     Common  Metre. 

1  f*  LORY  to  God  the  Father's  name, 
v_T  Who,  from  012 r  imful  race 
Chofe  out  his  f -Vrites  to  proclaim 
The  honors  of  his  grace. 
z  Glory  to  God  the  Son  be  paid, 
Who  dwelt  in  humble  clay, 
And,  to  redeem  us  from  the  dead, 
Gave  his  own  life  away. 

3  Glory  to  God,  the  Spirit  give, 

From  whofe  almighty  pow'r 
Our  fouls  their  he av'nly  birth  derive, 
Andblefs  the  happy  hour- 

4  Glory  to  God  that  reigns  above, 

Th*  eternal  Three  and  One, 

Who  by  the  wonders  of  his  love 

Has  made  his  nature  known. 

HYMN    28.     ift.  Short  Metre. 

1  T  ET  God  the  Father  live 

For  ever  on  our  tongues: 
Sinners  from  his  mil  love  derive 
The  ground  of  all  their  fongs. 
a  Yc  faints,  employ  your  breath 
Jn  honor  to  the  Son, 
Who  brought  ycur  fbuis  from  h:ll  and  death, 
By  ofPring  up  his  own. 


i$o  H  Y  M  NS.  [Book  3. 

3  Give  to  the  Spirit  praife 
Of  an  immortal  ftrain, 

Whole  light,  and  pow'r,  and  grace  conv: 
Salvation  down  to  men. 

4  While  God  the  Comforter 
R  vea's  our  pardon  d  fin, 

0  may  the  Wood  and  vvarer  bear 

The  fame  record  within. 

5  To  »he  great  One  and    !  feree, 
That  feai  this  prac°  in  heav'n, 

The  Father.  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 
Eternal  glory  giv'n. 

H  Y  M  N   29.     2d.  Long  Metre. 

1  QLORY  to  God  the   trinity. 

^Jr  Whole  name  hath  niyiteries  unl-inov.'n: 
In  eiTence  One,  in  perfons  Three; 

A  fucir.l  nature   ye\  alone. 
3  When  ah  our  ncbleft  pow  rs  are  joined 

'1  he  honors  of  thy  rmme  to  raife, 
Thy  glories  over-match  our  mind, 

And  angels  faint  beneath  the  praife. 

HYMN    30.     2d.  Common  Metre, 
1  nPHE  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd, 
-L     Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death; 
Who  faves  by  his  redeeming  word, 
And  new-creating  breath. 
z  To  praife  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit,  all  divine, 
The  One  in   <  hree,  and  Three  in  One, 
Let  faints  and  angels  join. 

H  Y  M  N    31.     2d.  Short  Metre. 
1   T    ET  God  the  Maker's  name, 
1~J   Have  hanor,  love,  and  feari 
To  God  the  Saviour,  pay  the  fame, 
And  God  the  Comforter. 


Book  3.]  HYMN  S.  tjt 

z  Father  ef  fights  above, 

Thy  mercy  we  adore; 
The  Son  of  chine  eternal  <ove, 
.And  ipirit  of  thy  pow'r. 

H  Y  M  N    32.     3d.  Long  Metre. 

TO  Gt}d  the  father,  God  ihe  vSon, 
And' God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praife,  and  glory  giv'n 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n. 

II  Y  M  N    33.      Or  thus, 
A  LL  glory;to  thy  wondrons  name, 
**•  Father  oF  mercy,  God  of  love; 
Thus  we  exalt  the  Lord  the  Lamb, 

^nd  thus  we  praife  the  heav'nly  Dove. 

H  Y  M  N    34.     3d.  Common  Metre. 
"\TOWjet  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
-IN    And  Spirit  be  ador'd, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  knewn, 
Or  faints  to  love  the  Lord. 

H  Y  M  N    35.     ' Or  thus: 

T.lONOH  to  thee,  a!mij»hty  Three, 
ri    And  ev-rlafrino  One, 
All  glory  to  the  Softer  b«, 
'Ihe  Srd'it.  and  the  S:n. 

II  Y  M  N    36.     3d.  Short  Metre, 

'^jrE  anaels  round  the  throne, 
-1     A  n rj  fai n t s  t h a  1  d  w e 1 1  b e low, 
Wor;!ii;>  th?F.!t!!er:  love*  he  Son, 
Aed  bleTs  ;h.  '  ,.vi ■■•:  too. 

H  Y  M  N    57.     Or  th^: 

(~>XVE  rr-the  Fa&er  praTcf 

J   Give  glory  to  fhe  Hon, 
And  to  the  Spirit  of  his  grace 

Be  equal  honor  done. 


2-J  HYM  N  S.  [Book  3. 

HYMN    38. 

dfong  of  praif:  to  the  blejfed  trinity     The  i&. 
as  the  148th  Pfalm. 

1   T  Give  immortal  praife 
1    To  God  the  Father's  love 
Tor  all  my  comfort3  here, 
And  better  hopes  above: 

He  lent  his  own 

Eternal  Son 

'  0  ciie  for  fins 

That  man  had  done. 
3.  To  God  the  Son  belongs 
Immortal  glory  too, 
Who  bought  us  with  his  blood 
From  everlafting  woe: 

And  now  he  lives, 

And  now  he  reigns, 

And  fees  the  fruit 

Of  all  his  pains. 

3  To  God  the  Spirit's  name 
Immortal  worihip  give, 
Whofe  new  creating  pow'r 
Makes  the  dead  firmer  live: 

liis  work  completes 
The  great  defign, 
And  fills  the  foul 
With  joy  divine. 

4  Almighty  God!  to  thee 
Be  t.nd!eis  honors  done, 
't  he  undivided  Three, 

•    And  the  myflerious  One: 
Where  reafon  fails 
With  all  her  pow'rs, 
There  faith  prevails, 
And  love  adores. 


Book  3.]  H  Y  M  N  S. 

H  Y  M  N   39. 
The  2d.  as  the  148th  Pfalm. 

I  HTO  him  that  chofe  us  firft, 
JL     Before  the  world  began; 
To  him  that  bore  the  curfe 
To  fave  rebellious  m3n: 

To  him  that  form'd 

Our  hearts  anew, 

Is  endlefs  praife 

And  glory  due. 
a  The  Father's  love  ma'J  run 
Thro'  our  immortal  fongs; 
We  bring  to  God  the  Son 
Hofannas  on  our  tongues: 

Our  lips  addrefs 

The  Spirit's  name 

With  equal  praife, 

And  zeal  the  fame. 
3  Let  ev'ry  faint  above, 

And  angel  round  the  throne, 
For  ever  blefs  and  love 
The  facred  Three  in  One: 

Thus  heav'n  mall  raife 

His  honors  high, 

When  earth  and  time 

Grow  old  and  die. 

H  Y  M  N    40. 
The  zd.  as  the  i43th  Pfalm. 

TO  God  the  Father's  throne 
Perpetual  honors  raife; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praife: 
And  while  our  lips 
'I  heir  tribute  bring, 
Our  raiih  adores 
rlh°  name  we  ling- 


H  Y  M  N  S.  [Book  3. 

H  Y  M  N    41.     Orthm: 
r*PO  our  eternal  God, 
A    The  Father  and  the  Son* 
And  Spirit  all  divine, 
Three  mylteries  in  One, 
Salvation,  pow'r, 
And  praife  be  given, 
By  all  on  earth, 
And  a!i  in  heav'n. 

TJjs  H  OS  ANNA :  or,  Sa hat ion  afcrihedto  Cbrz/t. 

HYMN    42.     Long  Metre. 
1  TJOS  \NNA  to  king  David's  Son, 

JLjl    Who  reigns  on  a  ftiperior  throne; 

Webiefs  the  Prince  of  heav'nly  bmh> 

Who  brings  falvation  down  to  earth. 
a  Let  ev'ry  nation,  ev'rv  age, 

In  this  delightful  work  engage, 

Old  men  and  babes  in  Zion  fing 

The  growing  glories  of  her  King. 

H  Y  M  N    43.     Common  Metre., 
r  TJOSaNNA  to  the  Prince  of  Gracj: 
JL-i  Zion,  bejboN  thy  Kingi 
Proclaim  the  Stan  of  David's  'ace, 
And  reach  ijk  babes  to  fiqg. 
a  Hofanna  to  th*  Incarnate  Wetd* 
.  jfto;>">  tht  Father  came; 
Afcribe  Hilvation  to  tbje  fiord, 
With  b!  s  on  h!"s  name. 

II  Y  M  N   41.  Ere. 

1  TTOSANNA  to  the  S 
XI    Of  \ 

Who  brought  the  news  cA  >n  ^-v/n. 

And  bought.it  1  Sued'. 


B*ox  3.]  H  Y  M  N  S.  275 

a  To  Chrift  th*  anointed  King 
Be  endfcfs  blefEngs  giv'n: 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  glory  ting, 
Who  made  eur  peace- with  heav'n. 

H  Y  M  N  45.    As  the  148th  FfaLm, 

1   OOS  -VNN  A  to  the  King 
**   Of  David's  ancient  biood: 
Behold  l>e  corues  to  bring 
1  orgiving  grace  from  God: 

Lzt  old  aad  young 

Attend  his  way, 

t'T.d  at  his  feet 

Their  honors  lay, 
4  Glovy  to  God  on  high, 
Salvation  to  the  Lamb; 
Let  earth,  and  i'ea,  and  fkv> 
His  wondrous  love  proclaim.. 

Upon  his  head 

Shall  honors  reft, 

And  ev'ry  age 

Pronounce  him  bleft. 


H3 


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TABLE 

TO  Fl  X  D  A  N  Y  HYMN  S  Y  THE  I,  I  RST  Ll  N  E  , 

A.  '  Pctge. 

ADORE  and  tremble  for  our  God  28 
Alas,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed               *no 

Al!  glory  to  thy  wondrous  name  271 

Ail  mortal  vanities  be  gone  19 

And  are  we  wretches  yet  alive  2oo> 

And  mull  this  body  die  204 

And  now  the  fcales  have  left  mine  eyes  1  Si 

Arife,  .my  foul,  myjoyful  powers  183, 

As  new-born  babes  defirethe  breaft  3co 

At  thy  command,  our  dearer!  Lord  s68 

Attend  while  God's  exalted  Son  2 1 7 

Awake,  my  heart,  arife  my  tongue  1  7 

Awake,  our  fouis,  away  our  fears  30 

Awake  from  ev'iy  mortal  care  21  3 
B. 

BA CK WARD  with  humble  fliame  we  look     3 7 
Begin,  mv  tongue,  fome  heav'nJv  theme  1 70 

Behold  how  finners  difagree  91 

Behold  the  blind  their  fight  receive  azz 

Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb  1 

Behold  the  grace  appejiis  3 

Behold  the  potter  and  the  clay  8t 

Behold  the  Rofe  of  Sharon  here  4> 

Behold  the  woman's  proms'd  i'c^d  220 

Behold  the  wretch whofe  luR.  and  wine  85 

Behold  what  wondrous  grace  42 

Blefs'd  are  the  humble  fouls  that  fee  7  r 

BleiVd  be  the  everlafting  God  ao 

Bi'.is'd  be  the  Father  and  his  love  268 
Bicris'-.i  morning!   whofe  young  dawing  rays    174 

BisiVd  with  the  joys  of  innocence  a  16 


^c$  A     T  ABLE 

id  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  fkies  209 

Bright  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God  j  5* 

Broad  is  the  read  that  'ea.ds  to  death  2.57 

Bury'd  in  (hadows  qr the  night  69 

But  few  among  the  carnal  wife  68 
C 

CAN  creature?  to  perfection  Cicd  24^ 

Chnft  and  his  crof<  is  all  our  theme  8.; 

Come,  all  harmonious  tongues  j  Sj 

Con:^.,deareft  Lord,  defcend  and  d veil  9* 

Come,  happy  fouJs,  approach  your  God  198 

Come  hither  all  ye  weary  fouls  89 

Come,  holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove  141 

Come,  let  us  join  a  joyful  tune  is  3 

Comes  ret  us  join  our  cheerful  fongs  4* 

Come,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes  20* 

Come,  Jet  us  lift  our  voices  high  264 

Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord  1  j  7 
D 

DAUGHTERS  of  Zion,  com.-,  rch^ld  49 

Dear  Lord,  behold  cur  fore  dsii.Jt.fs  240 

Bearefl  of  all  the  names  above  23a 

Death  cannot  make  our  foals  afraid  1  j  z 

Death  may  dhTolve  my  b ad  y  now  2 1 

Death!  'tis  a  melancholy  r?ay  *S$ 

foecdv'd  by  fuhtle  frwe.9  of  lv-H  7? 

Deep  in  the  dr.R  before  thy  throng  8  7 

Defcend  from  hpav'rh  immortal  I  i.i  1 

Do  we  not  know  that  iqlemn,  word  8  j 

jpown  headlong  from  their  r  stive.  Ikies  1 9,3 

Dread  fov'reign  iet  my  ev'ning  long  1 18 
£ 

ERE  the  Wtte  heav* ns  tfere  ftretcii'd  abroad     a 

Eternal  iov'reign  of  the  fi<y  230 

Eternal  Spirit,  we  confefs  2  1 9 

F 

tA ITH  is  the  brighteft  evidence  84 
tar  from  my  tho'1.1  vain  world  be  gone     124 

<er,  I  long,  I  faint  to  iee  169 


To  §y  any  H  V  hi  N*;  f^$ 

ftft&er  we  wait  to  feel  thy  grace  ia6« 

Firm  is  the  ear^h  thy  goipe!  ftands  •  9* 

Frum  heav'n  the  finnina  angels  tell  ;    19  + 

]  thee,  my  God,  my  jovs  fear!  raife  1 76 

G 

f^ENTILES  by  r'ature,  we  belor,^  79 

'^  Give  me  the  v/inp.s  of  fiith  to  rife  ■ft%\ 

Give  to  the  Father  praiie  a-i 

G'ovy  to  God  the  Trinity  a 70 

Ofery  to  God  rh;n.w?Jk:  thefty  26 3. 

O'orv  to  God  the  Father's  name  ^69 

Go. I  is  a  Spirit  juft  and  wife  o  .j. 

i'^o.i  of  the  moir.'n^,  at  *,vhof:*  vorce  -    56 

God  of  the  Teas,  thy  th  una"  ring 'voice  ijz 

God,  the  eternal,  Jtwfii?  name  i$  ? 

God,  who  in  vatious  methods  told  £4 

Go  preach  my  gofce'l  frith  the  Lord  89 

;7o  Worship  it  ImmantfelNi  feet  10? 

-  EC  God,  how  infinite  art  thou  169 

Great  God,  I  own  thy  ientencejuic  5 

-od,  thv oiories  M3  employ  243 

God  m  what  a  glorious  height  ^05 

:  0  of  i>'urv  and  of  kTn;ce  237 

Great  was  the  dav,  the  joy  was  great  &z6 

H 

D  I  the  toncies  cf  Greek-  and  Jews  93 

•"■■*■  Happy  the  lhtfH*b^  ihoii  t<ict°<i  piuce        266 

BajJpy  the  heart  where  graces  reign  144 

Hat  I'  I   from  the  t017.tr:  if  dekiu   fouTftd  1   6 

!   the  Redeemer  from  oh  hip.h    '  47 

wrHat  the  voice  fr&rri  IvcavV.  proclaim*        ij 

Henee  from  my  foh).  lad  Noughts,  be  go?a      3  74 

Here  at  thy  crofs,  mv  dying  Gcd  116 

:i  as  the  heav'ns  above  the  ground  sc3 

Big"  on  a  hill  of  dazzliftg  MgHt  1  -7 

•  to  thee^  almighty  Three  -z;t 

taflftp.nmt,  &c.  274. 

•  I jj^nna  to  ci:r  cenqu'rmg  King  ^7 

Ha 


sSo  A   -T  A  B  L  S 

Hofanna  to  the  Prince  cf  Light  17  j 

Hofanna  to  the  Royal  Son  14 

Hofanna  with  a  cheerful  found  1*19 

How  are  thy  glories  here  Qjfplay'd  267 

How  beauteous  are  their  Feet  9 

How  can  I  fink  with  fuch  a  prop  208 

Bow  condefcending  and  how  kind  250 

Low  full  of  anguifh  is  the  thought  196 

Kow  heavy  is  the  night  69 

Bow  honorable  is  the  place  7 

Hov  larpe  the  promife,  how  divine  79 

How  oft  have  fin  and  Satan  fhove  96 

Japw  rich  are  thy  provisions,  Lord  2<  7 

How  fad  cur  ftate  by  nature  is  187 

How  (hall  1  praife  th*  eternal  God  242 

How  ihprt  and  hafty  is  our  lire  i;<> 
Ho w  mould  the  ibna  cf  Adam's  race              .      6 r 

How  Irrong  thine  arm  is,  mighty  God  3r 

How  fvveet  and  awful  is  the  place  250 

How  vain  are  all  things  here  below  152 
How  wondrous  great,  how  glorious  bright      186 
I 

I  Cannot  bear  thine  abfence,  Lord  209 

1  give  immortal  praife  272 

I  hate  the  tempter  and  his  charms  23.5 

!  lift  mv  banner,  faith  the  Lord  23 

1  love  the  windows  of  thy  grace  227 

I'rv  not  afham'd  to  own  my  Lord  7 1 

I  fend  the  joys  of  earth  away  iai 

I  fmg  my  Saviour's  wondrous  death  207 

Jehovah  fpeaks,  let  lira*!  hear  59 

Jt.hov?h  reigns,  his  throne  is  high  244 

Jefus,  in  thee  our  eyes  behold  103 

Jefus  invites  his  faints  249 

Jefus  is  gone  above  the  {Ivies  252 

Jefu3j  the  man  of  conftant  grief  .  11 

Jefus,  we  biefs  thy  Father's  name  '^a, 

Jem-.,  we  bow  before  thy  feet  262 

Jefus,  with  alJ  thy  diets  above  137 


TaMM   any   HYMN.  28r 

In  Gabriel's  hand  a  mighty  ftone  39 

In  thine  own  ways,  O  God  cf  :ove  23 

In  vain  the  wealthy  mortals  toil  28 

In  vain  we  laviflj  out  our  lives  8 

Infinite  grief  i   amazing  woe  192 

Join  all  the  glotious  names  1  ro 

Join  all  the  names  of  love  and  pow'r  icS 

Is  this  the  kind  return  jftjgj 

K. 

KIND  is  thefpeech  of  Ch rift  our  Lord  50 

L. 

LADEN  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears  i\o 

Let  all  our  tongues  be"  one  254 

Let  ever  Jailing  glosies  crown  ai3 

Ltt  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend  6 

Let  God  the  Father  live  269 

Let  him  embrace  mv  foul  and  prove  44 

Let  God  the  Maker's  name  2,70 

Let  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  lay  1  * 

Let  mortal  tongues  attempt  to  iing  38 

Let  others  boait  how  frrong  they  be  128 

Let  Pharifees  of  high  efteeni  93 

Let  the  old  heathens  tune  their  Cong  136 

Let  the  feventh  angel  fcofld  on  high  43 

Let  the  whole  race  cf  rreatures  lie  '  19  ? 

Let  the  wild  leopards  of  the  wood  238 

Let  them  negie6fc  thy  glory,  Lord  142, 

Let  us  adore  thJ  eternal  word  2 1 1 . 

Life  and  immortal  joys  are  giv'n  au 

Ljfeeis  the  time  to  ferve  the  Lord  6t 

Lilt  up  your  eyes  to  th'  heavenly  feats  1 43 

Like  fheep  we  went  afrrav  99 

Lo  the  deftroying  angel  flies  234 

Lj)  .the  young  tribes  of  Adam  rife  64 

Lo  what  a  glorious  fight  appears  1  7 

Long  have  I  fat  beneath  mi  found  241 

Lord,  at  thy  temple  we  appear  j  6 

Lord,  how  divine  thy  comforts  are  2^6 

Lord,  how  fecure  and  bleis'd  are  they  160 


Lord,  how  fccure  my  confidence  was  3d 

Lard,  we  adore  rhy  bounteous  Ijarid  i<5  ; 

Lerd  we  adore  thy  vafi:  deftgtts  ?c.t 

Lord,  we  are  b'ir.d,-we  moiu!s  b'Htid  i;,4 

Lord,  we  coiifef*  our  rum'ro-'us  fau;ts  77 

Lord,  what  a-heav  n  of  laving  grace  1  25' 

Lord,  what  a  wretched  land  is  this  156 
Lore,  when  my  thoughts  with  wonder  roll     11 7 
M. 

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Mfftakefl  fruis  that  dream  of  heav'n         07 

My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord  ai  ? 

My  drowfy  powers,  why  fie#p  ye  lb  133 

My  God,  how  endlefc  is  thy  love  5* 

My  God,  rny  life,  my  love  tqo' 

My  God,  my  portion  and  my  love  19  £ 

iVivG^f!,  permit  me  not  to  be  iii 

My  God,  thefpringor.ail  my  joys  157 

My  God,  what  endlefs  pleasures  dwelt  74;/ 

My  heart  how  dreadful  hard  it  is  i$| 

My  Saviour  God,  my  fov'reigo  prince  vi\ 

My  foul  come  meditate  the  day  16* 

My  foul  forfakes  her  vain  delight  vtr 

My  thoughts  on  av0fuiiu';jrc~is  toll  u<* 

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Nature  with  all  her  powers  fhali  fiflg  itjt 

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No,  I'll  repine  at  death  no  more  i6r% 

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Net  ifilferefcf  6»o»l  n^r  different 
Not  from  the  doft  affi-ulion  grows 
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Net  to  condemn  ilie-fcns  of  men- 


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Now  be  the  God  of  If.  a e   bfeft  31 

Now  by  the  bowels  of  niy  God  9  r 

New  for  a  tune  of  lofty  prsife  148 

Now  have  cur  hearts  embrae'd  our  God  259 

Now  in  the  galierie?  of  his  grace  54. 

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Now  Satan  comes  with  dreadful  roar  336 

Now  lhail  my  inward  j  i  «ys  arife  a  j 

Now  ;o  the  Lord  a  nobler  Cong  15  r 

Now  to  the  Lord  that  makes  us  know  40 

Now  to  the  power  of  God  fupreme  95 

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Oh!  the  almighty  Lord                      •  180 

Oh!  the  delights,  the  heav'nly  joys  '%%% 

Ouen  I  feek  my  Lord  by  night  ,4§ 

Ouce  more,  my  foul,  the  rifing  day  117 

Our  days,  *i!as  i  out  mortal  days  .145 

Oar  God,  how  firm  his  promife  (lands  ibid 

Our  {ins ,  alas!  how  frrcng  they  b£  3185 

Our  ftmls  faali  magnify  the  Lord  39 

Our  {pints' join  t'  adore  the  Lamb  365 

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"pLUNG'Din  agulph  of  dark  defpair  179 

1-    fraife,  everiaiiing  ■  praife  be  paid  163 

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R$  ISE  thee,  my  foul,  fly  up  and  run  140 

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Shall  we  go  on  to  fin  74 

Shall  wifdom  cry  aloud  65 

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Sitting  around  my  Father's  board  26 '> 

So  did  the  Hebrew  prophet  raife  78 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  exprels  92 

Stsnd  up,  my  foul,  make  off  thy  fears  178 
Stoop  down,  my  thoughts,  that  ufe  to  rife       136 

Strait  is  the  way,  the  door  is  ftrai:  239 

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A    That  awful  day  wili  furely  come  20  1 

Thee  we  adore,  eternal  name  158 

The  glories  of  my  maker  God  173 

The  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd  270 

The  King  of  Glory  fends  his  Son  221 

Ths  lands  that  long  in  darknefs  lay  12 

The  law  by  Mofes  came  S  1 

The  law  commands  and  makes  us  know  212 

The  Lord  declares  his  will  211 

The  Lord  defcending  from  above  2  r^ 

T  he  Lord  Jehovah  reipns  245 

The  Lord  on  hi^h  proclaims  60 

The  majeity  of  Solomon  206 

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The  promife  of  my  Father's  love  250 

The  promife  was  divinely  free  220 

The  true  Mdliah  now  appears  122 

The  voi  -e  of  my  Beloved  founds  46 

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Thus  faith  the  wifdom  of  the  Lord  66 

Thy  favors,  Lord,  furprife  our  fouls  149 

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